Azita’s first day of school. She’s ready, I’m ready… there was little anxiety on our parts besides the natural amount. Many people asked how I felt, I think expecting it to have been difficult. I feel mostly just proud. It was hard on Ada and Payman, actually.
I’ve also done my groundwork and met with the teacher and a representative of the county about food and chemical sensitivities, so I felt fine about that. Azita did complain of a tummy ache today– what she sometimes complains of when she is exposed to a chemical smell or substance that doesn’t agree with her. But we won’t jump to comclusions yet.
In the car this morning Azita was assuring Ada that they would play when they got home. When I took Ada out of the car seat, I told her we’d be leaving Azita at school and she burst into tears. During the day, she’d hear a noise and say “It’s Azita!” and I’d tell her that Azi is still at school, and she actually said– in her two-year-old voice– “that’s horrible”.
Not only is it horrible, it inspired this shot, better than the grumpy face one I was going to use:
I wasn’t worried about Azita. She’s much more outgoing than I was. I remember clinging to my mom and needing to be distracted by coloring a ball so she could leave. Azita got a Cinderella picture to color and the boys got Toy Story pictures. Has the marketing of gender specific brands increased since I was a kindergartener, then?
I also remember not eating lunch for the first week of school because I didn’t know where to find the silverware and I was too shy to ask. Azita is hardly cripplingly shy.
The boy was looking for a gray, and Azita went right up to the teacher and said “He needs a gray. Do you have one?”
I wasn’t surprised when I picked her up and the teacher told me she was a little too talkative. That was the most anxious part of the day– waiting in the car line for 20 minutes, knowing she’s 50 feet away or so. Her little face was so excited when she saw us. I didn’t park to go get her sooner because Ada had fallen back asleep in the carseat. She’d been woken up for the second time during her nap to pick Azita up. Maybe a decent bed time will be in the cards now that Azita has a strict schedule.
Here is Ada, trying to stay awake as we drove to pick up her “sthither”:
And finally she drooped as we waited in line: