My son is 3 years , 3 months now and this is the first time in his three summers that he has leaped out from the cozy-cuddly lap of mine into the greater , outer world.. This is surely not very welcoming for him---I understand. And I too rationalize my thought by thinking, through tears He would learn to smile.
The very first day in his school was 22nd April’09, Wednesday, he prepared himself with lots of enthuse and potential to go to school. But….but….the moment he landed in front of the school gate, ooooo…….the sight of so many people, the gathering, noise and most importantly the reaction(tears) of other children made him paranoid and insecure. I remember the moment when he is being taken from me from the other side of the rope , I must admit it was very painful, witnessing my son crying ‘ma’, ‘ma’ and you’re not even allowed to stand and console little bit. When, after one and a half hour I went to pick him up from the line I saw him still crying and drenched in sweat and tears. Believe me my heart ached, ached to feel his pain but I didn’t expose myself in front of anyone other than my blog. As I know this me, my blog is me, and I feel no shame in sharing my feelings here. I felt myself the most cruel mother on earth and kept on comforting my little one. After diong my best to make him feel good , I started him preparing for the next day. This is life, you see. It is a never ending process where we have to go on and on and the show never ends.
But whatsoever I do , I say today’s weather forecast is ., still the sky is very cloudy and tear drops are continuing. GOD HELP ME PLEASE!!
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