The boy's in school.

J officially started school, or rather child care last week. After months of searching, shortlisting and so on, we finally decided on a school for him. We went on the trial, like what we saw and J seem to like it. Asked if he will like to go to school and he said "Yesh!".

The first 2 days, he went on half days, as advised by the principal. So it was all really fun, mixing with the children, playing with all the new toys, blah blah blah. I was with him, so he felt really secure and confident enough to explore by himself while I sat in a corner with a mag. The real test came when he started on a full day by himself. The first day was easy, cos he didn't expect me to sneak off, so all was well, with the occasionally "Mama, Papa", a few sobs which was easily smoothed with hugs and kisses from the teacher. On the 2nd day, again, not much problem. He went in and mingled with the other kids, who seem to like him, and it helps that there are a few older kids who like him enough to look out for him.
There's this cute little boy who asked me "What is his name (pointing to J, and then proceeded to squeeze next to us in the tiny bathroom)?" "Jarrett." "Oww.....I like him, he's so cute!" Ah..this boy, won so many brownie points with me. Hahahaa...
So anyway, when I picked him up early on the 2nd day, thinking not to stress him out so much, the little one was crying and hugging his teddy at the door. Aiyoh..my heart broke.

On the 3rd morning, while putting on his uniform, he told me "Go Ah Ma! Ah Ma! Ah Ma!" He apparently wanted to go grandma house instead of school. Needless to say, there was much crying at the school gate. I swear my heart broke into a thousand pieces when he tried to reached out to me, crying when the teacher tried to carry him away to class.

Today, which is the 4th day by himself, still a struggle. Poor boy...I hope he gets used to the routine soon.

Pictures later, busy with work...