This morning’s journey to school was tough, but the worst part was what happened when he reached school.
At 3am, my son was semi-awake and said he didn’t want to go to school. We asked about bullying, about his classmates, nothing concrete. We made jokes, he laughed, eventually he agreed to go school (yeah right) then went back to sleep.
This morning, after some struggle, we convinced him to leave the house by tellig him that we were going to buy newspapers and he gets to pay the cashier. But he still refused to go to the car after that. So I went with the flow, let him lead me around the neighbourhood searching for pineapples growing, black cats, dogs, papaya plants, fish tanks, etc… Sounds fun right? I could actually take photos of it, compile them and it will look like the 10% of parenting that made it to Instagram.
We finally did make it to the car seat, then he struggled and told me he pooped. Back to square one, we went home to change diapers and the struggle to leave the house began all over again. At one point, I was so desperate that I took an entire box of toys and said let’s bring this to school. Fail.
That worked for us. My mum said she will come along to send him to school.
And here’s the climax, I don’t know to laugh or to cry…
When we reached school, he didn’t say goodbye, he didn’t wave, he forgot to hug, he was all smiles and he skipped and hopped in. I could literally hear him saying