When every student in Malaysia started their first day of school on 4th January, Zareef included, my little girl was still fast asleep on her princess bed. She only started going to school during the third day of the second week and has been going there ever since :)
B and I have been contemplating for quite a while whether to start sending Zara to preschool at the age of four or five. But after seeing how eager she was upon seeing her brother going to school, day in day out, I decided to enroll her in one of the kindergartens available in my area.
I started scouting around with Zara in tow. I wanted her to choose her school so that she'll be comfortable and adapt to the school with ease. Her only condition for her school that it MUST be a pink school. Oh dear, I guess only Barbie would have such school, if it ever exists that is hehh...
Anyway, after checking out a few schools, I finally narrowed down to one school that fits my bill; no homework for the young ones, has an all-rounded curriculum, has a well-balanced mix of students from all races, has a computer program, a pink uniform (which Zara immediately agreed putting on, thank god!) and a swimming pool for which they'll have swimming lessons every Friday.
Once done emptying my pockets or should I say B's pockets on the necessary registration and monthly fee payment, the only thing left to do is to psyche up Zara for her first day of school.
Waking her up in the morning on her first day was a breeze. She was pretty excited and raring to go.
B and I sent her to her new school. Seen here, she' s being comforted by her Daddy.
As soon as she got in, she became all quiet, clingy and apprehensive. I could see that from the way she was biting her fingers. She clang to me like a koala bear never letting me go. But all that had to end as I had to be home by 10.30 as Zareef was due home from his Kafa at that time.
And oh boy! Did she screamed and wailed and almost brought the house down when I wanted to leave. It tore my heart to see her all stressed out like that but a Mom's gotta do what a Mom's gotta do and that is to leave her behind in the good hands of her teachers. I just picked her up, thrusted her into her teacher's arms and left without looking behind. I was beyond heartbroken and I knew if I were to stop and look behind, I'd wailed as well.
I left quickly and came back at noon to pick Zara up. Her teachers told me that she stopped crying right after I left and by the end of the day had made fast friends with two of her classmates and was quite chatty. Ceitttt! Auta sungguh anak aku nih!
So the next day, I just walked with her to the front door and handed her over to her teacher after kissing her goodbye. Alhamdulillah, she's all fine and dandy and is thoroughly enjoying her school especially now that she knows she can 'schwim macam kat hotel' on certain days.
One milestone done and that will last for three years. Lets just hope that it won't fly by so fast so that she'll cherish every moment that she'll get from her preschool where all they do is learn, play and have fun. And for me too before my princess grows up too fast before my very eyes. It is moments like this that I am thankful that I get to be with my daughter in every step of the way.