This should have been posted two months ago but due to some technical glitch which has now been resolved and my procrastination factor, can I only now put it up here. Zareef's next milestone in his education, primary school.
We decided to enrol him at SKPU2 instead of elsewhere because it was closer to home and most of his friends went there. Since he'll know quite a number of friends there, I was hoping and praying that the transition would be smooth and tears-free.
Alhamdulillah, everything went well. Zareef is now enjoying his school tremendously and would be very annoyed if he were asked to take a leave or two (yes, Mummy and Daddy are the guilty party who made their son ponteng due to traveling reasons. Rational tak?)
If Zareef was all calm and confident on his first day, I on the other hand, was a bit nervous for no reason. Maybe, deep down, I'm still not ready to let go of my son but that I had to do. It was such joy to see him mingling and playing around with his friends, paying for his own food, raising his hands and answering questions confidently and going to the smelly toilet on his own. He has become quite independent. By now, he's a pro. I am so proud of my son.
Many asked me, why didn't I send Zareef to a private school? Well, let's just put it that we ain't rich people honey. What little money we have, we're putting it aside for Zareef's and Zara's higher education in the future. Plus, B didn't particularly warmed up to that idea. He said "I dulu sekolah kampung je. Dapat jugak PhD". Yes, yes... I know.
Now that Zareef has comfortably slipped into his daily routine of going to national school in the mornings and kafa in the afternoons, I too have come up with a routine of my own. I am now a bonafide soccer mom, complete with her SUV and carpools. Yikes! Can my life get any more interesting?! Oh well, as long as my children are safe with me and get the best possible care that I can offer, then I'm happy and content.
And to Zareef, do enjoy your primary years. You'll have many more schooling years to come and I hope they'll be a breeze for you. As long as you're happy, Mummy is more than happy and I promise not to become an over-anxious parent, that you can be sure of.