Well it has seemed like it has been a long time coming but today Roran finally started school. Being an October baby, he watched a large majority of his friends head off to school last September, and has been counting the months down since then.
So after a summer break of buying, trying on and returning school uniforms, a trip to the local shoe factory to buy a pair of expensive, but hopefully long lasting school shoes and endless evenings of sewing in name labels, this morning we were ready. Our school doesn’t
do home visits or transition days, we had an hour stay and play in July and another hour yesterday, then today he went by himself for the whole morning.
Now I knew he would be fine, he’s a very confident little boy, who easily makes friends but there is always that thought in the back of your mind. We arrived on time and bumped into a friend from pre-school. All the parents waited for the doors to open and when they did, it was like a mass migration. I was pleased to see Roran had waited for me, only for it to be short lived by the realisation that he actually just wanted me to hold his book bag!
First thing we had to do was obviously go for a wee, he always needs to check the facilities. We hung his jumper and coat on his peg and into his classroom he went. He then came back to take his book-bag in and put it in his tray. I said a hopeful goodbye, but he was gone.
While part of me was pleased we went in with no fuss or tears, part of me felt a little sad. He doesn’t need me all the time and has grown in to a confident independent little schoolboy. Let the next chapter begin…