When I found out that I was pregnant, I was excited! So much that I started dreaming about my baby boy. I knew he would be a boy even before the scan confirmed it at the five months check up. One thing I didn’t look forward to however, is the thought of changing diapers with poop in it! I just couldn’t imagine me doing that everyday. I spoke to my sister about it because at the time, she had three boys of her own. Her response to me was ‘you’ll be happy to see the poop’ and thought to myself, duh! Anyways, 15 months down the journey since my baby was born, I am happy to see poop! It confirms that he is healthy. It is not that bad after all. When I smell his stinky poop, I get his diaper, wipes and cream and do the job without thinking ewww. Of course sometimes, it smells so bad but I still tickle him during the change.
So, to the moral of the story, things always seem so bad, terrible and even sometimes scary before you try it. But, when you do, you realize that it isn’t as bad as you presumed it would be.
My baby’s first day at school is supposed to be his first day at school but turned out to be pretty much mine as I couldn’t even get much sleep the night before. Hubby and I had checked out different schools and finally selected this particular one. So the morning of his first day at school came and I got him ready and reminded him that he was going to school (he had been saying ‘go to school’ for a while). I was so so excited.
Anyway, we got to the school and into his classroom- mustard seed class- that we had been shown when we checked out the school and we got in. My honest expectation for the first day at school was tears, tears and more tears because he had been with just me and his dad for 2 and half years but he surprised me. He just kept pointing and identifying items on the pictures around. ‘Zebra’, ‘elephant’, ‘green’, ‘car’, ‘number 8’ and so forth. Even the teachers and the assistants were impressed. He went on and on moving around from one toy to the other and we took some pictures and videos while doing so. We left the classroom with a happy child in there, our child.
And when I went to pick him from school later in the day, I became a star, a superstar. As I walked towards the playground where all the children were, I heard my son’s teacher say to the other moms around ‘here comes the mother’ and they turned around with smiles on their faces. I kept wondering what was up as I walked towards them. When I got there, they all kept praising me and asking how I did it. They were all amazed all-time how much my son knew: colors, numbers, alphabets, animals, fruits and to top it off, he could spell his name! I was beaming with pride that all my hardwork paid off! Not hardwork as such because we learned through play most of the time but I put in a good amount of effort and persistence in teaching him.
My question is, how was the first day at school for your child/children. At what age did they start? How did you feel about it? How did the teachers make it easier?
Truth be told, my son is in a new class with a new teacher and has been crying every morning. His crying seems to reduce each day and hopefully soon, he will adapt and adjust to his new teacher, new classroom and accept that change is inevitable in life.
I look forward to your comments 🙂
This story was forwarded in a group chat and I thought to myself, why not share it? This is because the message is quite profound and is worth sharing so, enjoy!
A poor boy who was begging from door to door to feed his hungry stomach, decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, at the next house, he lost his nerve when a lovely young girl opened the door. So instead of a meal, he asked for a glass of water. The girl thought he looked hungry. So, she brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, & asked thereafter : ‘how much do I owe you for this ? “You don’t owe me anything”, she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay for kindness”. He said, “then I thank you from the bottom of my heart”.
Years later, that girl (now a woman) became critically ill, and the local doctors tried their possible best to save her life but they couldn’t cure her. They finally sent her to the big city where specialists studied her rare illness. Dr. Kelly was called in for the consultation, when he heard the name of the town where she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately, he rose & went down the hall of the hospital to her room. He recognised her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life.
From that day, he gave special attention to that case. After a long struggle, the battle was won and the woman was cured. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass her final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the bill and It was sent to her room. The woman feared opening it because she was sure it might take the rest of her life savings to pay for it . Finally she looked at it and noticed something was written at the edge of the note, ‘Paid In Full With a Glass of Milk’. Tears filled her eyes as she immediately remembered.
Every form of kindness you show is never in vain, it reproduces itself. Well, not necessarily before your eyes, but it always does. I’ve been kind to you by sharing this story. And you be kind to share it with others. It’s good to be good. Always be nice: It will come back to you
Forwarded as received
There is the kindness story, hope it passed some message across to you: be kind. Thank you for reading.