Rather a glum sounding title, wasn’t it? So now you’re all thinking, “Uh-oh.”
Of course I’m talking about how Keira went at Preschool in the end and the answer is a happy, “Pretty well!”
Apparently she stopped crying almost right away, once she’d been distracted by the silkworm farm they’ve got running. Even later, she was in full throttle, being bossy to some of the other kids (!!! – My genes there…)
I didn’t realise how much of an impression her distress had been making on others. When I turned up to pick her up, one of the mothers who was rostered on for the morning, patted my arm and said, “She forgot all about you after a few minutes.”
Then one of the other mums said she specifically asked her girl to keep an eye on Keira, and to “Help her if she got sad.”
That bolstered my spirit. I thought I’d been alone in my distress, too. It was lovely that others do observe, and then say the right thing (as apposed to some of the ‘wrong’ things, which I referred to briefly yesterday).
What I can’t help but find ironic is that Riley, at 20 months, seems ready to go to school right now! He walks up to the other kids, talks to them, sits down next to them, watches them, then gives me this grin to say, “I’ll take my sister’s place!”
All in good time, son.
Thanks to you all for your kind thoughts and comments yesterday. I appreciate it.
