Little Miss has started school last week. After a lot of deliberation, discussion with husband, going back and forth in my mind and a lot of indecisiveness, I finally enrolled her in a school for special needs children. See, Little Miss does not particularly like kids her own age or younger so I was worried she will not adjust. She has a lot of auditory issues and kids generally tend to be loud. And children cry, sometimes very loudly. Hence, Little Miss runs in opposite direction when she sees any kid in her space.

We started our first day last Monday. She was totally relaxed, oblivious of the fact that her days were about to change. I was an anxious mess; running around the house getting things organised like a hurricane. Husband had to go to office, I had to get her ready and then get ready myself. Plus I was scared that she will not agree to sit in class, or she might throw a tantrum, or three hours will be too much for her, or a billion other problems that my ever so overthinking brain conjured up. So you can imagine how things must have been.

On the way to her school I was reminiscing my first day to school. I don’t remember much but I do remember crying to school almost everyday for weeks. I hated school at first but then ended up studying in the same school for twelve years. I took heart from the fact that her first experience was bound to be better than mine. Little Miss on the other hand was just happy to be going out; she has always liked going to her therapy sessions so I was hopeful that this won’t be too difficult for her.

The first week was spent building rapport with the kids and teachers and after the first two days Little Miss seems to have accepted that she will have to sit with children (it is a hardship for her); but she likes it. After the first week I have noticed that her sound tolerance is better and she has even exchanged toys with another child. So far so good.

Of course, not everything is as we had hoped. She has decided not to eat in recess. I really cannot understand how my daughter does not eat even half of what I eat. Who says no to chips or Kurkure or dosa or parathas? I never say no to food!