Today was the second day of school.
Max still cries when he discovers that I have disappeared after a few minutes of him stepping into class.
At the end when he is let out of class, he greets me with the saddest pout before bursting in to a heart-wrenching bawl. But the bawling stops quite easily when he gets distracted.
The teacher says he's doing well for a first timer.
In between he is quite alright.
Seems he cries now and then because he misses Mommy.
His favourite time is snack time.
I have also been told by the teacher that Micah has been a good big brother.
He tries to comfort his brother.
Even in the car on the way back today, just the boys and I, Max told me that
"Koh-koh takes care of me."
So I asked, "What does he do to take care of you?"
"He does this... (puts a hand over his mouth) to stop me from crying."
"Micah, that does not really help you know. You should tell him that Mommy will be here soon, and there's no need to be afraid."
Max quickly said, "He did. He did."
Well, Max will soon adjust to not being with Mommy for a few hours.
That would be good for him and me.
The most important thing is that he is not traumatised, no nightmares,
and he seems quite OK all the way from the prep for school in the morning and the car ride too.
So all should work out well soon.
As for Micah, he's been very happy getting back to school.
Most of his friends are still there except for three students.
Max and another girl, Natalie, are the new ones so far.
He did his usual, "Bye, Mom. Love you" at the stairs (the school is on the floor above), which was our usual practice from last year, but Max called out to me and asked me to walk him up the stairs and into the class. So I did.
Hopefully after next week I can just say good bye to the boys at the bottom of the stairs.