Catching the butterflies....

Aung and myself have a nagging feeling after we went for Orientation at Bethesda Church whereby Maoster will be starting his pre-nursery school come 2009.

It is for babies born in 2006 and class will be from 8:15am to 11:15am.

Love is the name of his class.

Unlike at Julia Gabriel, the parents of the kids there aren't exactly that friendly, but what the heck right?

All the kids there seemed a head taller than Maoster and seems highly independent and proficient.

Suddenly fear took over us, did we make the right choice? Is it too early for him? Would he like it in school? Would the kids bully him? Would they laugh at him because he hardly talk and still isn't toilet trained? Would he be able to cope with all the environment? Would he be crying because he can't quite express what he wants? What if he pooed and no one knew? Unlike Julia Gabriel, he wouldn't have the company of either Aung or myself.... he will be ALONE... ALONE without US..... Our precious firstborn will be thrown in the wild whereby he will be treated equal, fair and just an ordinary 2 plus kid... that idea can quite thrown me insane. What if he comes back, packed with low confidence, battered, bruised and totally abused?

The search for assurance began.... once the butterflies are confirmed in our tummies... darn! We can't find white shoes of his size ( is that an indication that he is still too "small"???).... yar of cos there were the NIKEs, the REEBOKs, the ADIDAS... but we wanted him to go to school with a normal white, non branded, cheap pair of school shoes.... after 3 weeks of hunting... finally we found it! ( and heaved a sign of relief that maybe there is hope still!)....

As the days goes nearer to 2009...apart from anticipating how the economy might impact the Aung family, the other bugging issue would be that Maoster is starting school....
I mean million of kids goes to school, what's so tough about that? What's there to worry about? All his cousins were from the same school.... It's normal to be going to school.... Suddenly I feel very uncool... I feel like a totally wasted, overly paranoid, totally &(*&^&% parent.
I cannot imagine what will happen on the first day of school... I will bring my biggest smile to cheer on my sonny... but I somehow have this nagging feeling that there will bound to be tears and my only fear is that, it might be mine....

I need to hide my face - that one crying buckets is my mommy!!!

Maoster's nice white shoes!

At least Ah Ma seems happy about her stitches - Maoster's hanky for my tears!

Help me catch the butterflies won't you? They are all inside me!!!