“Awwww… Don’t they look adorable?” was my reaction when I saw little children adorned in school uniforms, holding school bags and water bottles and waiting for their parents at the stairs near the school exit. We had gone to visit one of the best schools in town for enrolling our son. Just like every other mom in the world, I could imagine my baby embarking on his schooling journey on a cheerful note. While we were looking around the school, I could visualise my baby reading his favourite book in the beautiful book den, playing a xylophone in the mesmerising musical room, shaking a leg in the amphitheatre and swinging joyfully on the playground. We loved everything about the school : its infrastructure, education system, teachers, location and its proximity to our place.
The day was coming closer, and more than him, I was worried for myself. How would I live without my little piece of heart? What if someone hits him? Would the teachers take care of him as I do? And most importantly, could I really trust anyone else with my baby? But at the same time, I was excited for some quality ‘Me’ time, and the creative person inside me was already getting ideas for layouts for his first year of preschool scrapbook.
The day arrived. I got up earlier than usual. My little one was more excited about his favourite colour, orange, on the school t-shirt. Although we made it a point to talk about the school with him earlier, I guess he couldn’t just comprehend his life without his Mumma. We were not sure what his reaction would be but my husband was quite sure of my reaction.
The welcoming decorations in the school were quite enthralling. A “Step out of Mumma’s lap” signboard gave me goosebumps.