We have registered dawter T for Nursery last Friday at Holy Spirit Kindergarten.
I was able to get to the school at 8AM. All the students were lined up for the morning assembly. They sang their National Anthem, said their morning prayer (I was so happy coz dawter T will be praying at school) then they sang some religious songs.
The school grounds were just ok. Only the basic necessities were there. After the registration, the principal showed me the room for Nursery. Like the grounds, it was just ok. There is a separate room for the pantry where the kids will eat.
I almost cried seeing all the kids. I became too sentimental for my own good.
I was getting ahead of myself. Imagine, at 3 years old, dawter T will be going to school without me (we went to a playgroup where the parents can accompany the kids). And, now, good friend B and I were commiserating on how to let go our first borns especially the school bus part. Imagine, during the first few days, you are waiting for the school bus with your kid, then when it comes, you bring her inside and then you close the door. I can see as early as now that she will cry, hmmm no, she will wail. Won't that tear your insides? Huhuhu... I also cannot comfort myself on the thought that I'll be putting T under someone else's care. Wahhhhh! I am not ready yet!
Now I wonder who is not ready to let go. Dawter T or me? Obviously, it's me.
I was able to get to the school at 8AM. All the students were lined up for the morning assembly. They sang their National Anthem, said their morning prayer (I was so happy coz dawter T will be praying at school) then they sang some religious songs.
The school grounds were just ok. Only the basic necessities were there. After the registration, the principal showed me the room for Nursery. Like the grounds, it was just ok. There is a separate room for the pantry where the kids will eat.
I almost cried seeing all the kids. I became too sentimental for my own good.
I was getting ahead of myself. Imagine, at 3 years old, dawter T will be going to school without me (we went to a playgroup where the parents can accompany the kids). And, now, good friend B and I were commiserating on how to let go our first borns especially the school bus part. Imagine, during the first few days, you are waiting for the school bus with your kid, then when it comes, you bring her inside and then you close the door. I can see as early as now that she will cry, hmmm no, she will wail. Won't that tear your insides? Huhuhu... I also cannot comfort myself on the thought that I'll be putting T under someone else's care. Wahhhhh! I am not ready yet!
Now I wonder who is not ready to let go. Dawter T or me? Obviously, it's me.
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