And the verdict on school is...
...is: "it's okay Mama".
Since our preparation for school has been going on for seemed like ages, actually getting to school never seemed quite real. Hence the wobbly for Mama the night before. And again when he finally put on his school uniform on Thursday morning.
Unlike pretty much everyone else I've spoken to, Oliver has shown absolutely no interest in putting on his school uniform. He's been happy to do it when I've suggested he might like to show various relatives how handsome and grown up he looks, but otherwise has been entirely unfussed about wearing it. So when he finally got dressed in the entire outfit, I did shed a little tear, which of course, puzzled Oliver no end. He doesn't get that he looked about 7 already and Mama is projecting all her sentimental nonsense about growing up onto one day of occasion. ;-)
It didn't last long though as we had a photo call before heading off into the distinctly Autumnal morning. Oliver casually strolled into town and only when we saw the church steeple did he screech "look there's my big school". Nanny Terry was waiting for us at the school gates and after cuddles he saw Ava and a couple of other kids he knew and was off.
He knew exactly where to go and straight into the classroom without a look behind him - Mama did steer him gently towards his coat hook whilst Dada put his water bottle in the tray. Then he spotted a train track and was off. Not a goodbye, not a kiss, just plonked himself down and that was that.
Dada sneaked in a quick kiss and Mama got a wave before we decided it was now embarrassing just hanging around in the reception classroom for no apparent reason and left.
So no tears for anyone. Phew. And when we picked him up he was a bit subdued (probably due to the tiring business of making friends and playing for three hours) but seemed happy enough. Typical Oliver with no feedback to speak of and not wanting to seem desperate for information we left the Spanish inquisition until he was ready. We have no idea what he does or doesn't do, who he plays with or any of the names of the other kids (apart from the ones he already knows). Ah well, it'll come, just give it time....
He did come out with a picture though. A picture drawn on a computer. These modern kids. Sigh.
Well done Oliver. You took your first day at big school in your stride. We couldn't have asked for anything more.
Since our preparation for school has been going on for seemed like ages, actually getting to school never seemed quite real. Hence the wobbly for Mama the night before. And again when he finally put on his school uniform on Thursday morning.
Unlike pretty much everyone else I've spoken to, Oliver has shown absolutely no interest in putting on his school uniform. He's been happy to do it when I've suggested he might like to show various relatives how handsome and grown up he looks, but otherwise has been entirely unfussed about wearing it. So when he finally got dressed in the entire outfit, I did shed a little tear, which of course, puzzled Oliver no end. He doesn't get that he looked about 7 already and Mama is projecting all her sentimental nonsense about growing up onto one day of occasion. ;-)
It didn't last long though as we had a photo call before heading off into the distinctly Autumnal morning. Oliver casually strolled into town and only when we saw the church steeple did he screech "look there's my big school". Nanny Terry was waiting for us at the school gates and after cuddles he saw Ava and a couple of other kids he knew and was off.
He knew exactly where to go and straight into the classroom without a look behind him - Mama did steer him gently towards his coat hook whilst Dada put his water bottle in the tray. Then he spotted a train track and was off. Not a goodbye, not a kiss, just plonked himself down and that was that.
Dada sneaked in a quick kiss and Mama got a wave before we decided it was now embarrassing just hanging around in the reception classroom for no apparent reason and left.
So no tears for anyone. Phew. And when we picked him up he was a bit subdued (probably due to the tiring business of making friends and playing for three hours) but seemed happy enough. Typical Oliver with no feedback to speak of and not wanting to seem desperate for information we left the Spanish inquisition until he was ready. We have no idea what he does or doesn't do, who he plays with or any of the names of the other kids (apart from the ones he already knows). Ah well, it'll come, just give it time....
He did come out with a picture though. A picture drawn on a computer. These modern kids. Sigh.
Well done Oliver. You took your first day at big school in your stride. We couldn't have asked for anything more.
posted by Emma Sweetwater at
September 16, 2010
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