To My Biggest Boy After Your First Term At School…

Well didn’t that fly by! Your first term at school has been and gone. It seems like 5 minutes ago when I was dropping you off on your first day, holding back the tears while your teacher held you back so I could leave.

The tears. The cuddles.

The first week ended on a high. You were beaming about your new friends. You only remembered a couple of names, but that was enough to make you smile.

As the weeks went on you became less and less confident with leaving mummy each morning.

I’ll be honest, it’s been a little draining.

You see, you’ve always been ‘clingy’. You’ve always been happiest when you’re with your mummy and daddy. Day, night, at the park, sleepovers, wherever and whenever. You want to be with us.

You know what? That’s ok.

You’re such a sensitive little soul, and theres plenty of time for you to grow into a confident boy. If you want to spend your early years being shy and a little quiet, then that’s fine with me. I will cuddle you at the school gate as much as you want to help with your fear of leaving me.

It took me a while to get over how each morning would go, but one day it hit me. My little boy adores me. He’s my best friend. And if you could spend 24/7 with your best friend, you absolutely would.

And that’s all that he wants.

Although the drop off can be a little emotional, watching you run out of your classroom door at 3pm fills me with joy.

The waves, bright eyes. The Cheshire Cat grin.

You’re clearly happy to see me (and your brother of course, he gets the first cuddle). But you’re also clearly enjoying school.

If you weren’t, you’d come out looking a little more timid and shy. You’d be looking at the ground and sucking your fingers. Exactly like you do when you’re in a place or situation where you feel nervous.

But the way you sprint out clarifies my instinct that you are, in fact, LOVING school.

You may tell me otherwise, but hey, I’m your mother and I know you better than you know yourself.

That’s right kid, you can’t pull the wool over my eyes.

YOU LOVE SCHOOL.

You have so many friends and already one of the is your ‘best friend’. 2 play dates down and mummy is friends with his mummy and we happily natter over a cuppa while you play.

Now, we won’t go into detail about how you’re often split up with him for being ‘silly’ – mummy knows you’ve inherited her ability to talk a lot. And it won’t do you any harm in the long run.

I turned out ok, didn’t I?

3 months have past and you’ve just started your second term.

We were dreading you going back after Christmas. You had so much fun over the past 2 weeks. Mummy felt a little overwhelmed to be honest. I’d just got used to you being out of the house 5 days a week, then boom, you’re home full time. But I LOVED hanging out with my biggest boy again. Before Bear came along, were would lounge around watching movings and doing puzzles.

I got my buddy back.

So yesterday was your first day back and I was prepared for tears. Luckily you started back on a Wednesday which meant Bear would be in nursery, so I could give you my full attention at drop off.

But things didn’t go as expected.

YOU DIDN’T CRY.

And you didn’t cry today either. You needed a little encouragement, but there were no tears.

I even had some of the mums I chat to ask how things went at drop off, because, well you’re the only one in the class who was still crying at drop off at the end of last term.

I know you’ll have an off day eventually, but the fact we made it through the first day back without tears is more than I could of asked for.

You can do this kiddo, I know you can.

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