Everyone goes to school

Haziq starts school yesterday.

Sya starts school last week except that she missed most of it due to fever.

And Jack starts his first day of school today.

I enrolled Jack in a playschool. Twice a week of fun (hopefully) and structured games. At least two days spent in the morning not watching tv or playing computer games. And me further relaxing.

I have been thinking about this day ever since i enrolled him before summer. Would he be ok? Would he cry? After all he has never been apart from me ever since we came to Qatar. He, I must say is the most clingy baby among all my children. Would he make a scene?

Would he be able to tell that he wants to pee and poo. It has to be said in english. Can he tell what he want? Would he want to sleep? Would he be looking for me?

I watch him sleep nearly every night last week. Oh am I doing the right thing sending him to school. Would two days be too much or perhaps too confusing? One day at school and one day after bliss at home. Would he get use to the new routine?

Of course we have been talking about school much earlier. What to expect. That he would have friends to play with. That there would be a wonderful teacher. That he would learn lots and he would have fun.

There will be a school bag. Spiderman! New!
Lunch box. New!
Own water bottle. New!
A little blankie in case he needs to sleep. Superman! New!

He must have felt that he is s big as his brother and sister now. Very important.

The morning starts off very well. I woke him up at 6. Whispered that it is a school day. He jumped up and headed for shower. No grumpiness. Not bad.

He had a very gay breakfast with his sister. Very happy indeed.

it was a happy happy morning. A very good note to start for a school going boy.

When we got to the school, he took the liberty to play with the amazing little cars in a village model. I chatted with the teacher. Occasionally Jack came to me and sat on my lap. He looked nervous. What's with Ms. Julie's heavy British accent.

But as soon as the rest of the kids came in,he looked alert and went to take his place at the little table and chair. There were wailing children. They worry me. Jack might get apprehensive himself.

To my surprise, Jack didn't seem disturbed at all. In fact he sat himself at a very strategic seat seemingly the most active person in the room. He actually looked like he has always been in school and this was just another day. Hmm..a sad look from him would have been flattering. But none of that. Should I be sad instead?

I got up and pecked him on the head and proceeded to leave.

He didn't even look.

He looks almost matured sitting there with a body language screaming readiness. Body leaning forward to the teacher, hands propped up on the table, alert face.

It was that easy. I am feeling overwhelm and yet somewhat proud of this little boy. This little boy who once clung his life onto me. This little boy who refuse to speak to anyone. But now he reemerges differently. A very confident little shy person.

When I picked him up in the afternoon, he was happily playing but looked cheerful seeing me and Sya. He said I have maaannyy friends. School is best.

Now, I hope he won't cause a problem tomorrow. You see tomorrow is a no school day. Having to ride the car only to go home, might raise a lot of questions.


This is not the correct body language nor look