I posted a little while back, on how Charlie has started out at school.
Last term he did the "transition" days, from kindy to reception.
And now, he is officially a school boy.
(SA has a rolling termly intake. As soon as they get to age five, they start in reception the very next term. He is a term late, as a result of his broken femur. The anticipation, as a result of this delay, is all the more heightened!)
He loves it.
He can barely contain his excitement at the prospect of school each day.
He is dressed and ready to go by 7am every morning.
He skips and jumps at the idea of a school lunchbox.
He is fascinated by the bells, the rules, the library, the routines and the whole school system.
He loves his teacher. He loves that he knows a number of the big kids. ( I love this too. I find comfort in the idea that he is being looked out for by the older kids.....)
He loves learning to read. He loves his water bottle. Hell, he loves homework, even!
I suspect the novelty will wear thin, soon.
But I have a gut feeling that his confidence in the school setting will stay. And for that I am truly grateful.
But for now, we will all just revel in his joy and enthusiasm.
He is already excited about Monday morning.
I am just a bundle of relief and gratefulness that he is all OK at school.