Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Modern Man

Old School

The story of a child’s first day at school or the story of the modern concept of manhood?
The big day, the end of the school holidays and our son’s very first day at school, arrived last Friday. Weather aside, it started out well, getting dressed and all while taking photos.
Leaving the house we started encountering signs of tired behavior. This strap needs strapping even when it doesn’t, feet dragging, you know – the stuff kids excel at. I didn’t think much of it. When we parked it got a bit worse, but still – nothing out of the ordinary. The deliberately slow walking does get on my nerves, though. Yet when I took the photos all was fine: posing, making faces. I wasn’t walking my son to school, I was accompanied by the king of the cool.
We got right outside the class and my son met his kinder friends and parents after not seeing most of them for the better part of the past two months. Some chats, lots of bragging, all went well. Then the teacher opened the door and said we could come in.
Kids poured in, a bit of chaos. I notice my son is crying.
“Where did you hurt yourself?”
-Unintelligible reply-
“Where did you hurt yourself?”
“I don’t want to be here. I never wanted to be here. I told you I don't want to come here.”
Oh, it’s one of those things.
Fellow parents and friends came in to offer their advice and consolation. They could afford to do so: mine was the only one crying. Not that it helped much. I gave up, gently pushed my son into the class, and told him he has to go in.
The teacher noticed the star of the show and quickly joined in the conversation. Two sentences later my son stopped crying; ten seconds later he was captivated by a typewriter (“Abba, what’s that?”). Two minutes later he approached the teacher, asking for a tissue. Teachers: we should pay them less because we want the worst.
When I came to pick him up a few hours later I had the most cheerful boy in the world on my hands. But all this pretending to be cool and then cracking it? Now I know he’s a man. A modern day man. He’s a man, yes he is, and I can't help but love him so.
 


Image by PixelBrain, Crative Commons license

2 comments:

Uri said...

congratulations to your son. big transition. of course, school is not half as much fun as kinder, and highschool is worse, but he doesn't need to know that right now.

Moshe Reuveni said...

Or, the way a guy at work said, "tell him there's 12 more years to go". Or was it "don't tell"?