I cannot believe we got to school on time this morning. I secretly think there was a magic pixie holding the clocks back.
M was not having it this morning. Not any of it. Nada. Nothing. Rien. It rather worried me to be honest as I am used to the rages and the screaming but the quiet whimper from under the blanket and then silence is not usual. I knew why; she was super anxious about the change around in the classes today – everyone was “going up” a year and the senior nursery children were coming into the infant class. No matter how many times I’d been through that nothing would actually change, her desk would stay in the same place, her work would be the same, and she even had a picture of all the new children, nothing would console her.
In the end I made the breakfast and left her upstairs. Gut instinct told me trying to bodily move her would trigger an instant meltdown and I couldn’t see how that would help either of us.
Eventually she came down, and ate. Then I dressed her and somehow we got up the hill in time for the bell. I’d even found time to update her home-school diary so her teaching assistant would know how fragile she was (she’s so good with M that I don’t almost need to do this, but I do). The cloakroom was very busy with seven extra children and M practically threw her shoes into the cubby hole as she whizzed past to the relative quiet of the classroom.
I got on with my day. Turns out Little Miss Worry was fine! Better than fine in fact. They had paired up with the younger children and made pigs – some sort of art and craft lesson. M loves art and sticking and cutting, and whether by chance or design she was paired with the wee cousin of her friend, so it all went very well.
One very relieved mum here I can tell you! It should make the next 2 days a lot happier and less tense for both of us.