Grace and I took Keren out to lunch at Cin Cin for her birthday. While we were waiting for our food Grace was playing teacher teacher with Keren – 2 weeks at school and already playing school :). Grace would hold up one of her alphabet cards, show it to Keren and say "say gift" or whatever else happened to be on the card. If Keren said the wrong word Grace would repeat it until she said it correctly.
Grace likes group – the part of school when all the children are together after their morning session. I'm not really sure what all group entails, but I know there can be stories, singing, talking about some topic (like the Olympics at the moment) and a time to share anything that they want to. Janine said that Grace is really enjoying group, but gets a bit stressed during the change over and cleaning up between the morning session and group.
“Grace is doing phenomenally today.” That is the text Donné received from the principal this morning.
It was such a relief after what I considered to be a really hard drop off. Yesterday Grace had been saying, “No go to school,” but this morning she was quiet about it, not saying anything about it when school was mentioned.
In the car on the way she ate her snack, and was just her normal self looking at cars, spotting white Citi Golf’s, and asking where people are going and about the different cars.
We got there and I went around to open her door, and her eyes just welled up. No crying or moaning, just these sad eyes filled with tears. The crying I can deal with, but those sad eyes just broke my heart.
In we went as usual, and later in the morning we get a message that she is doing really well. No tears when we collected her and good feedback from the day. Progress.
Grace helped me to put together her little brother’s cot and impressed me with her Allan key skills. It is probably the first time that I have really felt like she was helping with this sort of thing.
It was quite weird to be getting Grace’s old room ready for the new baby. There was a moment when all the sleepless night, rocking to sleep and a white noise filled room came rushing back to me….the best word I can find for it is anxiety….but it is not that. It was the sense of the reality of what lies ahead.