Feliz tarde, amigos de Hive. Los saludo con cariño, deseando con todo mi corazón que se encuentren bien. Por aquí les dejo mi experiencia de cómo fue mi primer año en la escuela. Espero que puedan sacarle provecho.
Happy afternoon, friends of Hive. I greet you with love, wishing you well with all my heart. Here is my experience of what my first year in school was like. I hope you can benefit from it.
When I was five years old I was enrolled in school. It was the beginning of my secular education and also the beginning of a traumatizing year. I was an only child for four years, always with my mother. My father would go to work and come back in the afternoon. So I spent the day with my mother. But when they started taking me to school, I couldn't stop crying. I missed my mom too much and I felt lonely, even though I was surrounded by so many children.
Every day was terrifying for me, when it was getting close to noon, I started to get scared, because it was going to be time to leave my mom and spend the afternoon with complete strangers. As soon as my mom started to get me ready for school, my heart would start beating very fast and when we entered the school I would start crying inconsolably. My mom would tell me not to cry, that she was going to pick me up in a little while, but nothing would calm me down. She would leave and I would be left in a sea of tears. The teacher tried to calm me down but she succeeded about half an hour later.
Esto ocurrió durante todo el año escolar. Hubo un momento en que mi mamá se cansó y me habló fuerte. Me dijo: "Ya basta, entiende que tienes que ir a la escuela. Ya estoy cansada de que llores tanto". Sus palabras me hicieron llorar más. Lo que yo sentía cuando mi mamá me dejaba en el colegio fue un desamparo absoluto, no entendía como mi mamá me dejaba allí, me sentía abandonaba. Mi papá hablaba conmigo y yo le prometía que no iba a llorar más, pero no cumplía mi promesa.
This happened throughout the school year. There was a time when my mom got tired and spoke to me loudly. She said, "Stop it, understand that you have to go to school. I'm tired of you crying so much." Her words made me cry more. What I felt when my mom left me at school was absolute helplessness, I didn't understand how my mom left me there, I felt abandoned. My dad would talk to me and I would promise him that I wouldn't cry anymore, but I didn't keep my promise.
Lo que pasó fue que me acostumbré a estar solamente con mi mamá todos los días, a veces jugaba con mis primitas, pero siempre estaba mi mamá y me sentia segura. Realmente no recuerdo mi etapa en el pre-escolar como una etapa bonita, sino como una auténtica tragedia. Pienso que necesité que me prepararan para eso, quizás dejándome un rato en casa de mis tías, llevándome a jugar con otros niños para que fuera socializando.
What happened was that I got used to being only with my mom every day, sometimes I played with my little cousins, but my mom was always there and I felt safe. I don't really remember my time in preschool as a nice time, but as a real tragedy. I think I needed to be prepared for that, maybe by being left at my aunts' house for a while, taking me to play with other children to socialize.
Remembering everything I experienced, I think it would have been a great idea to take me to a psychologist. It is normal for children to cry the first few days at school, but for the whole year, it is a matter that deserves to be treated by professionals; from my point of view. When I went to first grade I also felt like crying, but I restrained myself. The attachment I had with my mother was too strong and that made me very sad.
Therefore, I recommend parents to prepare their children, especially if they are only children. Of course, we are all different, but when a child lives, sees and is alone with his mother every day, it is more difficult for him to adapt quickly to school. If this is your case, try to socialize the child with other children, let them spend some time at their aunt's or cousin's house if it is appropriate, so that there is no dependency that later affects them negatively. Talk to them about it and be very patient with them.
Dos fotos son de mi propiedad, tomadas del álbum familiar.
Two photos are my own, taken from the family album.
