Ethan you started at a new school yesterday. It was a big day for you, bigger than I probably could have imagined. You told me you were nervous and I could see you were anxious. After all, you are old enough now to realize that change can be uncomfortable. When we dropped you off in your new classroom another little boy shouted out for you, pointing out that you were sitting next time him and he assured us he would make you feel right at home. That comforted us and we walked out, climbed into our car and went to work.
But then last night you broke down. You cried and you asked if you could stay at home today. You said it was hard and that you felt alone. I mean, your feeling hurt is validated, no-one likes to be that kid in the playground who is sitting by himself. You’re the new kid in the school. The kid that doesn’t know anyone. The kid that doesn’t have a history.
It’s going to take time. I tried to explain that to you last night and I tried to assure you and both of us had tears running down our cheeks. I know how hard it is to go from the familiar to the unfamiliar, to move from a place you’ve known for many years to the unknown. I also know how spirited you are and I know that you’re going to get through this on top. We’re going to look back at this post in a few months time and I’m really hoping I can tell you “I told you so”.
I’m thinking of you today.