You must be wondering by the title of my new blog what do I really have in my mind which is trying hard to leap out. Yes, the five wonder days of my life which I have lived with my little one and still want to continue more. Lucky now turning 3 next month admitted in Nursery +Kidzee :) Not only we being parents were excited but more excited was my little one who was all set to go on joy ride, little did he know that the journey of exploring his journey on his own has just started. Weekends were spend in shopping for his school accessories. Frequent visit to near by Big Market were too tiring and convincing my grown up boy over the kind of water bottle, lunch box,school bag was a tough task. Lucky being a great fan of Doremon, only wanted his favorite characters to accompany him to school. Then the question arose of what to give him in breakfast so that he doesn't throw more of tantrums in school while eating.All well set and few teaching at home like - "Lucky, what is your name", and soon the sweet reply "Ardhy" , "What is your Mother name" , Confused lucky :(, "Oh Sorry, What is your Mumma's name" , sweet reply " Shweta" , continued with Papa's name, grandma , grandpa name followed. School started at 9:30 and I was running in the whole house making him ready to school, making his breakfast since 8:00AM on 9th June'14.
Yeah, 9th June'14 : I will never forget when you started schooling Lucky :)
First day was fun as I was with him in school and he had the secure environment and didn't bother much about anything in this world.
Second Day : I tried to leave him alone for some time to see if he can come out of his shell and motherly warmth. Those 10 mins of my life was breath taking. He was running madly in whole school searching for me and crying continuously. Almost into tears I ran to him and took him in my arms and loved him deeply.
Third Day : On instructions from Hubby I decided to keep an eye on him from far away, but this was again a failure as the teachers took everyone in a room and locked the room and started throwing bolls in air for kids to get amused and stop crying but this was the worst case scenario and I saw almost 50% of kids were crying because they felt caged. I couldn't bear the sight and took him again with him.
Fourth Day : Day's were passing and everyone around me was giving me advise to stop caring much and leave him in school alone to make him learn the hard way. So, under influence of mind, though my heart was still thinking in reverse direction, I left him in school alone and was keeping an eye from the terrace of house next to school. Lucky cried for more then 2 hours continuously running all around the school telling teacher's and care takers - "Shweta pass jana hai, Shweta pass jana hai", " Mujhey vomit ho rehi hai". " I am getting stomach ache" and all this continued but I decided to be stone hearted. During Lunch break when I was still hiding from him, I saw him sitting in school for lunch and feeding his mouth by himself with eyes wet. I can't explain how I felt the very moment. I really wanted to die, as I felt him feeling like an orphan. This brought down all the memories of my childhood of my Father being the strong emotionally then my mom and dropping us to school when I would cry so badly. But, Lucky had learnt it by now, I saw him playing by himself that very day. When I went to him after 15 mins, he came running with his arms open and big smile on his face. It was the true happiness :)
Fifth Day : I left if in school, he cried for 5 - 10 mins and then was all set by him self.
Today, on another monday, I am in office writing this blog, crying my heart out and feeling the task successfully accomplished feeling !!!
Yeah, 9th June'14 : I will never forget when you started schooling Lucky :)
First day was fun as I was with him in school and he had the secure environment and didn't bother much about anything in this world.
Second Day : I tried to leave him alone for some time to see if he can come out of his shell and motherly warmth. Those 10 mins of my life was breath taking. He was running madly in whole school searching for me and crying continuously. Almost into tears I ran to him and took him in my arms and loved him deeply.
Third Day : On instructions from Hubby I decided to keep an eye on him from far away, but this was again a failure as the teachers took everyone in a room and locked the room and started throwing bolls in air for kids to get amused and stop crying but this was the worst case scenario and I saw almost 50% of kids were crying because they felt caged. I couldn't bear the sight and took him again with him.
Fourth Day : Day's were passing and everyone around me was giving me advise to stop caring much and leave him in school alone to make him learn the hard way. So, under influence of mind, though my heart was still thinking in reverse direction, I left him in school alone and was keeping an eye from the terrace of house next to school. Lucky cried for more then 2 hours continuously running all around the school telling teacher's and care takers - "Shweta pass jana hai, Shweta pass jana hai", " Mujhey vomit ho rehi hai". " I am getting stomach ache" and all this continued but I decided to be stone hearted. During Lunch break when I was still hiding from him, I saw him sitting in school for lunch and feeding his mouth by himself with eyes wet. I can't explain how I felt the very moment. I really wanted to die, as I felt him feeling like an orphan. This brought down all the memories of my childhood of my Father being the strong emotionally then my mom and dropping us to school when I would cry so badly. But, Lucky had learnt it by now, I saw him playing by himself that very day. When I went to him after 15 mins, he came running with his arms open and big smile on his face. It was the true happiness :)
Fifth Day : I left if in school, he cried for 5 - 10 mins and then was all set by him self.
Today, on another monday, I am in office writing this blog, crying my heart out and feeling the task successfully accomplished feeling !!!
looky u r doing great ........... we all love u :)
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