I know it isn't Sunday, but I wanted to wait until my daughter started school to share my story this month. So I'm joining in now with the lovely bloggers that have shared stories at Sian's blog - you can see her post for September here.
Waiting until the end of the week meant that I could show you these photos of Little Miss, posing for a photo shoot before she went to school on her first day yesterday. I have a lot more photos from the shoot - she loves to pose right now - as long as I let her take some silly photos as well as the smiley ones:
She had a great first day. Her biggest worry before school was how she was going to play with her two best friends both at the same time - she knew one from nursery, and one from play-group, but they both started school with her. I explained that they could all play together, but she said "but who gets to be in the middle?" I think there's been enough other friends around that it hasn't been too much of a problem so far!
She was certainly a lot more confident than I was on my first day...
I was clasping on to my mum's hand as she led me in to the classroom, which seemed so big, but crowded because of all the children inside. Most were milling around an art table. My mum pulled me over and talked to another little girl, called Stephanie. She had bunches (two pigtails) in her hair - I only had one ponytail. I wanted bunches.
"Time for me to go now" said mum, and I started to cry, begging her not to leave. She stayed as long as she could, but the teacher must have ushered her out. I noticed. I waited. When the teacher's back was turned, I ran.
Out of the classroom, out of the school building, everything blurry through my teary eyes. There were no mums left around, as far as I can remember. I didn't care, I just wanted to get home to my mum. I ran out of the big school gates, and halfway down the road (on the pavement), and finally caught up with mum, grabbing onto her skirt and bursting into tears all over again.
You can imagine that mum hugged me and told me off, then marched me back into school, and gave the teacher a piece of her mind for letting a four year old run out of the school on her own. I don't remember, all I recall is desperately not wanting to be there, and wishing mum would take me home. I sulked most of that day.
But Stephanie was nice to me. As were others. And eventually I settled in. I never ran out of school again, though sometimes I wanted to - my school years were not always enjoyable. Like the day when I wet my knickers and had to wear a pair of BOYS ghost-buster pants all day long. I hated that! But I loved bits too, especially the actual lessons - I loved to learn. And though I don't have a photo from my first day at school, I have lots of others, and I'm very smiley in them:
Sian has mentioned a couple of times that my daughter's smile is the same as mine, but I'd never really seen it until I found this photo of me!
I hope that Little Miss continues to enjoy school, and always has the problem of too many friends! x