About the school

Yes, here I am again, talking about Lucas' school!! :o)

I decided posting about his progress after reading Boho's and Holly's sweet comments. First, thanks Boho Mom for sharing what you did with your hatchling for her to feel better away from you! You know, we have something similar at home: there are two things he carries with him at school: a "courage sword" kept in his bag, that we remake every year at Full Moon. I started this when he first went to school three years ago to give him some strenght. He draw a little sword on a sheet of paper, and we consecrated it at a Full Moon ritual. Every year, we burn the old one and m ake a new one for him to carry, and this year it wasn't different. He likes to know it is there.

He also carries a little bull's eye stone on his trouser's pocket, it's already a bit wasted, but he loves it. This year he included one more item that he carries in his hands all the time now when at school. It's this little King Arthur dool Kelli made for him:

I'm afraid that soon he'll have to carry an extra bag only for his little encouraging stuff! ;)

Holly wisely pointed out (as always!) about how important it is that the teacher gives him some helper tasks to make him feel important. Yes, my friend, thankfully she does it! He loves taking homework papers to the copy room to make his little colleagues' copies! The school routine here is a bit different from U.S., though: it starts here at 12:30am (so he needs to have lunch at 10:30am so I get him to have shower and be dressed up until 11:30am, shen the microbus picks us up!) and ends up at 4:45pm. The problem is at the entrance. When the bell rings announcing the start of the classes, he starts crying and wants me to stay with him at the classroom.

This week things are a little better, as we are always talking about how the following day routine will be, so he knows how his afternoon will be. The crying time is shorter and I no longer stay at the room (I was firm on this). Today, I left him with the teacher in the begining of the class, explaining I had to go to the bank and other places. He almost lost control of himself, but with gentle guidance I got him to calm down and wave me byebye after being sure I'd be back soon. I need to make all the adaptation at a slow pace, very gradually, it's really his weakest point. He's so independent in the other aspects of his life, but about school it has always been like that.

The shitty (sorry) thing is that on Saturday starts Carnaval, and so the whole next week the school will be closed (as well as the rest of Brazilian commercial life, actually...). It probably means that, in two weeks, he'll go through all the adaptation stress again after being away for an entire week... Arght!

BUT even, or because of, the turtle steps we're making, we'll be able to move on to the next level, like a game, as I explained to him - and he accpeted it as a good metaphor.

I promise that next time I'll only talk about the house ad how great it is becoming, with photos!!!! LOL