Last Monday, Little T went on her first-ever school trip. At first she was unsure about it and constantly told us that she didn’t want to go. Admittedly I gave in. I told her she didn’t have to go if she was uncertain about it.
The truth is, I too was hesitant to let her go. While I trust the school and her lovely teachers, the over-protective-paranoid mother took over me and I was filled with unreasonable thoughts like “What if she doesn’t put her seatbelt on properly?” knowing fully well that the teaching assistants will be there to make sure that they are all strapped safely. Or what if she’s left behind? She’s so small, she might be overlooked! Yes, I know how silly it sounds, and yes, I am that annoying, over-anxious mother you hear in the playground frantically calling out “Careful, you might fall!” And frankly, I don’t blame you.
I’m so glad my husband managed to talk me out of my lunacy and extinguished my fears and not only that, he also assuaged little T’s uncertainties too. Yes I know, she was probably just mirroring me, not that I discussed any of my delusional fears with her or even said them aloud when she’s within earshot. I’m not that crazy.
But she loved it and thoroughly enjoyed herself with her classmates and friends. She jumped off the bus and said “I’ve been to Port Isaac!” A fishing village not far from where we live. If you’re familiar with the TV series Doc Martin, it’s where the program is filmed.
And in spite being tired from her school-trip, she also happily went to her gymnastics class. My husband and I are definitely proud of our little girl. She’s learned so much since starting school this September.