Baddin's First Day of School

Baddin eating his breakfast for the first day of school.. he calls it bomba..basically peanut butte and chocolate spread sandwiched between 2 bread... :0)
Baddin and his sister

As a family. at the school compound..

With someof his uncles and aunties and cousins..

4 kids in the same family going to the same school...

the Eldest.. Keremcan (4th grade), ilayda (2 nd grade), Hatice (1st grade) and baddin (pre school)... the rest of the zaim kids r going to the same group chain school but in Çamlıca (another place)

One very very very nervous boy...

2 siblings...waiting..

Inside his classroom..before i bid my farewel for the day...

he was nervous but he was trying to be brave..

Who was more nervous that day? Him or i? It was difficult to say…

He slept late the night before.When i woke him up that morning, he was basically sleeping ..even while i was brushing his teeth… But then i started saying… school time! At a blink of an eye, he was awake… !!!

He was excited. It was pretty obvious particularly after we bought him his school bag… he paraded the bag in the apartment more often than not.. Nervous? Naturally he was.. after all… this would be the first time he would be attending school in the real sense even if it is only pre school education. He rarely stayed apart from me… until now...

When we were at the school’s compound, waiting for the school assembly to be over, it was obvious how nervous he was… he was sticking to Hatice like glue.. he was very quiet….

Was i worried that he would make me stay with him in class that day.. never wanting to be apart? Frankly speaking… NO. I had prepared him mentally for this day for many months… I dont care what the school psychologist say about baddin’s development during the school interview. She didnt know baddin.. i do. I have my utmost confidence in him. And he had not proven me wrong…

As we were approaching the door to enter the pre school building, a teacher by the name Hülya was already talking to baddin… showing her warmth to him… i know her already…she is warm.. when i discovered that she was to be baddin’s teacher, i was relieved.

Baddin asked me in turkish….

*should i enter the door?*

i said, *yes*…

i could sense his heartbeast moving really fast.. he was very quiet. As he was changing to his indoor sandals, his eyes was looking towards the door. I brought him to his class…..ushered him to a seat….and said…

*baddin.. ben eve ya gidiyorum*
(baddin, i am going home)

his answer was short and simple…
*tamam anne*
(ok, anne)

I kissed him goodbye…said bye to his class teacher,Hülya Furuncu, and went looking for Hatice n Halil….

No tears… no crying.. nothing. Baddin…quietly and nervously braving a new life perspective… picking up courage to brace thru the pre school education…i suprisingly didnt leave him with a heavy heart... i was confident that he would be ok...

When he came home that day… he was happy. She looked more confident of himself. He was telling me what he did that day (which Hatice new and hads experienced anyway)… chatting away…. He even tried every food they served during lunch..still not liking the soup hehehehe.. i was relieved that school is fun for him…


2nd Day

He came home happy. More confident than he was on the day earlier. He was trying to tell me all that he did at school…he still thinks that school is fun…I am beaming inside positively….Am looking forward for his further development… esp with regards of his self confidence… i wanna see that he gets out of hiding behind his sister and be his own self. Tht will take time n encouragement… We will see… For now… to see him happy… i am happy.

3rd Day

His confidence is sky rocket. İ am glad. He looks different as well....insyaAllah i hope this will continue... i want him to enjoy his pre school education as much as his sister, hatice had.... Good Luck Baddin! I love You!