I do not recall crying when my Ah-Ma sent me to kindergarten at the age of 5. Perhaps I was too ignorant (in other words, dumb) to fear school. But there could be another reason, one which I tend to subscribe to - that is, I was mentally ready for school and I was not afraid. I knew my Ah-Ma would be at the door waiting for me when school ended. If this is true, then perhaps toddlers at age 2 are not mentally ready to face school all by themselves. I hope my theory is wrong, because regardless of what I think, I have made the overriding decision to send J to school.
So I am at work but can't stop thinking of J. I wonder whether he is adjusting well to his independent life, whether the teachers will notice when he hides at a corner to poop, how he will nap without his Ye-Ye or me, whether he will be able to chew his food properly without choking, whether the teachers will get him to drink more water,...
So many wonders and ponders, and no answers. If I could, I would drop my work, head to his school, and secretly observe him from a corner. But I can't. Sighz.
At least I know he did not cry when my in-laws dropped him off at school this morning. That is a good sign.
I really hope J will enjoy school, and the teachers will take good care of him. It is not easy to entrust my precious little one to a stranger, which is why I do not let the maid take care of J. And I believe J will benefit tremendously from going to school and interacting with other children, which is why I am starting him at school at 2 years old. I have chosen what I think is a pretty good school, because I want to be certain that the teachers will take good care of him.
For now, I'll just trust that I made the right choice, and hope that he adapts to school quickly.
