Ever since Liam was tiny, we'd drive past the local primary school and tell him that is where he'd go when he was bigger. As he made friends at kinder they'd sometimes travel in the same car, both pointing out the school they'd go to next. Sometimes he'd go and play with some kinder friends and they'd all walk to the school to pick up older brothers/sisters. So when we had to start telling him "not yet", and explaining that he'd be going to a different school, when he knew all his friends were going to the original school, it was HARD! He didn't like it, and didn't understand why.
We've now been to three orientation days at his new school. Each time he clung to me like velcro! Seriously, to sit 1 metre away from him I had to tear him off my leg, and promise over and over that I would NOT LEAVE THIS ROOM WITHOUT HIM! It's hard for him. He loves his kinder friends, and knows no-one in his new class yet. I keep trying to tell him that it's good, cos he'll be able to make new friends and then he'll have even more friends. So yesterday we had the third orientation visit. After about 15 minutes we (the mums) were told (encouraged) to leave the room and go to an information morning across the hall. It broke my heart to hear him pleading with me, please don't leave me mummy. I had a chat to his teacher (who is just beautiful!) and she took him under her wing and I left. I listened, but I didn't hear any crying, so that was good. Halfway through the information chat I looked out the window and saw his whole class walking hand in hand in pairs around the school with their teacher leading, and teachers aid following. He was holding hands with another little boy, and looked happy. After the information morning had finished I went and bought his uniform. While I was waiting I looked out a window and saw him swinging on the monkeybars in the preps playground. And he was busy chatting to someone, although I couldn't see who. As I came out of the uniform shop I found him wandering the corridor with the teachers aid. My heart dropped as I thought something was wrong, but he was just looking for his lunch box. He'd insisted he hang his bag outside the classroom with the big kids, and he couldn't remember where. I had a chat to a few other mums then popped back into his class. He was sitting happily at a table with a few other boys eating his snack. I told him I'd bought his uniform and he was so delighted! He insisted I show him, and as soon as we got back to the car he rummeged through the bag inspecting it all while I strapped Ethan in and packed up the pram etc.
We had to go to the shops to get a few things, and he insisted he wear one of his jumpers. I let him, and he was so proud! Marching along like a big school boy. All afternoon he kept telling me I'm a [name of school] schoolboy! So cute. I'm so releived he's finally warming to it.