Word of the Week #27
When Bunny started at her school, she and one of the girls from her nursery class became firm friends. The two of them had been part of a little group that were split up when they joined the main school and suddenly they were as thick as thieves. As they grew closer, the more we grew worried about what would happen when the class groups for year 1 were announced (for some reason, this school mixes the classes up each year); would they stay together or be split up? And this week we found out.
On Tuesday, Bunny came home in tears – they’d been told their classes for next year and her and her bestie were being split up. There was nothing I could say to console her, she went to bed in tears, and woke up the next morning sobbing, claiming she was having ‘horrible feelings’ about school. This continued throughout the day and I couldn’t convince her otherwise.
On Wednesday evening, she went to her second swimming lesson without her best friend and I was dreading it as she’d claimed not to like it without her there. Then I spotted one of the mums from school and discovered her son was now in the same class as her. As I sat down to watch I was taken aback by the beaming face I saw as she interacted with this boy. I knew they were classmates, but their body language suggested they were much closer than that. As they played and laughed so happily, all fears about how she would cope without her best friend evaporated instantly. I saw a different Bunny that evening, one that could enjoy company beyond her best friend and enjoy it in a more natural, equal way. Because, much as I love her best friend and seeing them so happy together, the dynamic between them is definitely one where Bunny is much more submissive than usual. She is in awe of this little girl and will do anything she’s told by her. Including not playing with any other children or sitting alone while her friend plays with someone else for the day.
So it was with bittersweet trepidation that I sent her off to school for her
Day, where she would spend some time in her new classroom, with her new teacher and new classmates. As she reluctantly walked through the gate, she told me she knew she wasn’t going to like it, “ever”! I spent an anxious day at work, hoping that she would discover a forgotten friend in her class or that some other miracle would happen to change her mind. As I had to stay late and couldn’t meet her from school, I asked for wife to text me to let me know how it had gone. This was the reply:
Bunny is very happy with her new class now. She sat next to O (a girl she said she liked) and T (the boy from swimming).
When I got home, she couldn’t wait to show me the sticker her new teacher had given her and told me she was really excited to go into year 1. No mention of her best friend at all. So finally, the drama appears to be over, but what a long week Transition Day turned into!