To say we were ready for our girl’s inaugural year of ‘big school’ would be a serious understatement.
You could say we were prepared with a capital ‘P’ for ‘Please is it time yet?’!
We had been well groomed for Big School with an information session at preschool mid-last year, followed by two evening information sessions on location at ‘big’ school, a one-on-one interview and orientation walk around the school with the Principal…
…Four transition-to-school mornings with Year 6 buddies towards the end of last year, and one walk to Big School from her preschool up the road, ensuring that our every question had been answered and that our girl was very familiar with her soon to be daily abode.
We were ready. She was ready. And after seven weeks break between preschool and big school, it was suffice to say that she wasn’t the only member of our family who was chomping at the bit to get her to her first class.
Or at least we thought we were ready…
The big day came and she threw on her school dress, shoes and hat for the first time ‘for real’ (there had of course been plenty of dress rehearsals leading up to the day), she eagerly slid her little arms through her terribly oversized schoolbag without complaint.
She only got the cranks when between us we had taken around two hundred photos of her from every angle, location, inside, outside, with her little sister, without little sister, with nanna, with the whole family, with mummy and daddy, and of course, the obligatory shot outside the front gate of the school.