Second day

You’ll be happy (and, possibly, unsurprised) to know that Moses was not traumatised by the school drop-off yesterday. In the afternoon he explained, “I was sad for a while after you left because I just missed you so much…” (this made me cry) “…but then my teacher showed me around and I just started working and then I felt better.” He then told me about playing music with his classmates and eating lunch inside (it was raining) and said, “I feel like I already fit in!” (this made me cry again). And then he told me, “When I needed help the teacher asked a boy to show me what to do and it made me feel really loved that he would come and help me learn how to do things!” (I cried again; seriously, I was a mess). He’s made a friend, although he’s not sure what said friend’s name is.

(Me: Is it a boy or a girl?
Moses: A boy. 
Me: What’s his name? 
Moses: Ummmm... Jo? 
Me: That’s your teacher’s name.
Moses: No, John. Josh. Jo…den? Joden. 
Me: Joden?  
Moses: Yes. 
Me: His name’s Joden? 
Moses: Yep. It’s Joden.

I didn’t press the issue, though I was tempted to; “Really? Is it really?!”)

Anyway. This afternoon when I asked Moses how his day was, he said, “It was good. Actually, it was fantastic!”

So there you go. If only I was better at waiting-and-seeing rather than sitting-and-fretting, I could have spent yesterday reading about multiple regression rather than wailing and looking for tissues. Sorry about that.