
Hardy and i both had decided to send Aidan to a playschool as soon as he turns 1. we have set our minds to one particular playschool, about 10 mins drive from our home. we told the school of our intention and plans and then we were told that they'd put us on the waiting list with a slight possibility that there might be one or two spots by the end of the year (yes, you have to book your preschools, playschools as early as possible. waiting list might be up to a year!). two weeks ago, they told us that they have one spot for Aidan and we were invited to view the school.
We were both thrilled! happy that Aidan can now mix with other kids who doesnt speak 'rojak' like his parents, thrilled that Aidan can now at least interact with them, learn a few dutch, have some friends.
That night, after we were told that they have a spot for him at the school, it then sank in me. it hit me that my son's going to be cared by others. my son's going to be somewhere else without me, my son's going to school! during dinner, i then told Hardy,"maybe we should wait till he turns 2. i'm enjoying him now more than ever" my voice started to crack, and if i blink, tears will be pouring out of my eyes...
what if i'll miss some of his firsts - first steps, first dutch word...
what will i do when he's at school?
what if he needs me still?
what if he doesnt like to play with other kids?
what if he wants to play with me?
Hardy reasoned things out with me, reminding me that this was what we have discussed and agreed on. this will be good for him. good for his communication skills, socializing with other kids. and this is for Aidan, we're doing this for him. i kept on saying but.. but this... but that...
After a long silence on the dining table, i then burst out... "what if i'll miss him?" with tears rolling down my eyes, crying like a baby...
Hardy comforted me right away and said, "ok, lets view the school together first, with Aidan, and see if he likes it. then we decide when to send him".
Deep down i knew now is the time. it's a good time to send him to school.
I kept telling Aidan when we were playing, that we're going to send him to a playschool, mentally preparing him as well as myself! that week, i was all emotional when putting him on his bed for his nap, knowing that someone else would do it other than me. i get all emotional when feeding him, knowing that someone else is going to do it other than me. i get all emotional laughing and chasing him around the house, knowing that someone else will play with him other than me...


We visited the school. and we loved it. only 12 kids in one school. each child has their own bed to sleep in. the school's so clean and well organized. with an animal farm closeby, potato farm, basically, the school is surrounded with greens, tucked away far from the city. it's a good place. having work as a preschool teacher myself, i knew it was a good place for him, and i knew it was time.
Last Friday was his first day at school. Aidan was in good hands of the 3 lovely ladies, and so was his mama. hardy took leave that day, just to keep both (mainly mama) of us happy and to see that everthing goes well.
It went well indeed. (Aidan cried the first 15 mins, and mama cried the first hour whlist holding and smelling his bib!)

I cant imagine sending him to primary school in a few years time, where the hours are longer, and later to a secondary school, saying goodbye to him when he leaves for college, and later on off to uni, and i cant imagine him getting married... oh well, i suppose you have to let them go sooner or later!
And all that, for once a week, half a day i.e 4 hours at school a week!! zaza... zaza...
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(oh! and aidan will be 1 this friday!!)