How would I sum up my first day of nursery school? I cried… a lot.
Mommy and Daddy have been talking about me going to nursery school for a while now. They were really pushing all the good points like I would meet new friends and teachers, and how much fun it would be. But they did not emphasize the fact that they, Mommy and Daddy, would not be joining me at school.
When Daddy took me to school I was curious about the surroundings. I had been there before for a health check up in preparation for my admittance. Still, I wasn’t sure what was going happen. Once we arrived at the school, before I knew it was being handed off to someone who I found out was one of my teachers and then I didn’t see Daddy again for a couple of hours. It happened that quickly. I cried as I was being whisked away, but it was more from being surprised than anything else. I just did not know what was happening or what to expect.
Even though there were a lot of nice teachers and a lot of kids who looked like they were having fun, I cried. I was surprised, confused, and I missed Mommy and Daddy. There were several other kids who obvious felt the same way as well. We all cried together for the same reasons.
I cried so much that I fell asleep in one of my teacher’s arms. When I woke up I was able to play a bit, but I was still very clingy. I didn’t know these teachers but they were very kind to me and I figured better to be carried and held by them than be all alone.
After what felt like a year, Daddy came to pick me up, when in fact it was only a couple of hours. We are doing narashi hoiku (gradual entry into nursery school). So we are starting off with only a couple of ours the first few days so that I can start getting used to the routine of going to school and the school itself. I was very happy to see Daddy and was happy to be done with school.
We didn’t really have time to take a picture in front of the welcome message posted at the entrance and Daddy tried to take one before we went home. I was not really in the mood. He should have taken it in the morning before I knew what was going on.
Once we were headed home I was feeling much better. I was able to calm down and enjoy the walk home.
Apparently I have to go to school again…and again and again. It seems to be a very long ordeal that lasts years. Oh boy. I hope I don’t cry every day at school. Daddy told me that I did a great job and that I would get used to school and someday really enjoy it. I trust Daddy, but I’ll have to see it to believe it.