The Second Time Around
With Kahlei starting school this year, I have come to the conclusion that it should be illegal to have to send two children off to kindergarten in consecutive years.
For whatever reason, I am finding this year so much more difficult than last year. Sending Ellie off to school 12 months ago was such a big step, as it is for any family and I am feeling like I haven’t had a chance to recover and get my head around having to do it all again so soon. I feel raw and worried and unsure of how I will juggle all that lies ahead.
Contrary to what the photos tell us, Kahlei was very excited and super keen to start school. While Ellie was looking forward to the social side, Kahlei is currently more interested in learning. She’s a fan of words and writing and learning to read and I think she will really blossom under the gentle guidance of either of our kinder teachers (we won’t know for a couple of weeks yet as they like to get to know them before finalizing classes).
I thought the second time around would be easier. And, in some respects it is. She is confident within the school, with the teachers and has a good rapport with Ellie’s group of friends. She is comfortable in her classroom and knows how it all works – already she is happy to do things Ellie wouldn’t do until the last term of last year, like not clinging onto James in the morning and running off to play instead.
In so many other ways, though, it’s just not. I worry so about her making friends, about the fact that the kinder this year is chock full of girls, having learned last year that the bitchiness and playground politics comes into effect basically as soon as they start, about no longer having her at home with me to see what she’s up to and do things together.
I feel a little bit lost. Thankfully, Jasper doesn’t yet really have a grasp on what’s happening. He’s used to Kahlei going to day care one day a week and given that she has only been twice now, it hasn’t been any different yet. Hopefully, I will have myself together by the time it dawns on him and he goes through his lost stage.
I am sure we only just brought her home, with her skinny arms and almost red hair. It seems impossible that we have already come to this stage. Watching her step out from under my wing and out into the world, even if it’s just a tad, is so bitter sweet.
Did you send a child off to kindy this year?
Did you find sending consecutive children harder or easier?
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