My baby, my first born, my Isaboo, my Booby-butt, my Bella.
The start at the faraway language-immersion charter school seemed as smooth as one could expect. A few minutes late that first day, but so were so many other families. Arriving, taking photographs, escorting little ones to class; loads of hustle and bustle.
First week went without a hitch. Isabella was so excited about attending this school, she politely asked me not to refer to her as Isabella but to her Chinese name that A-ma and A-gong had bestowed upon her:
張貝拉 or
张贝拉 (zhang bei la). The first character is taken from my side of the family, our last name. The second and third characters follow the sound of part of her English first name - Bella. She would sing songs she learned in school. She informed me that A-ma and A-gong are/were Nai-nai and Ye-ye, to which I carefully explained that it wasn't the case that one was right and the other wrong. A-ma and A-gong are Taiwanese terms or terms we use in Taiwan to refer to my parents, her grandparents. The other pair are Chinese terms used in China. She would proudly burst out to friends and family her Chinese name, even if they don't speak Chinese.
I have a Chinese name. It's
张贝拉 (zhang bei la) or
贝拉 (bei la).
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But then, things started to fray at the seams.
At first, not utterly horrible. Friday of last week, the 19th, each teacher approached me, when I picked Isabella from school, informing me that she needed to practice writing. Not a complete surprise, since I had heard that from her preschool teacher towards the end of last school year.
The day before yesterday, I began wondering what was going on. . .
A different friend than usual picked Isabella up from school, and when we met up, she informed me that at when being picked up, Isabella said she needed to go to the potty. A moment later, it was too late. She wet her underpants and her skirt.
Yesterday afternoon, a church friend who has been so graciously been taking Isabella to school every day and taking her home most of the time brought her back. Isabella told me her bottom clothing was almost dry. She had another accident, this time whilst in class.
Strange occurrences, given she hasn't had accidents in a very long time. While in preschool, two days a week, last school year, she did not have one accident. None whatsoever.
This afternoon, around 1:45 pm, I got a call from her school's office. Isabella had had an accident. What? Again? After we had a long talk, trying to discern what was going on? We had talked about how accidents happen and they aren't necessarily bad. After much discussion and questioning, I found out that in some situations, she wasn't sure where the bathroom was and she was afraid of getting lost. My solution involved getting Isabella to ask the teacher to guide her to the bathroom. After all, having accidents isn't comfortable to one's body.
Well, this time, this accident wasn't #1. This involved #2. The drive to her school is 30-40 minutes one way.
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When I voiced my bewilderment and confusion over how or why Isabella was having trouble three days in a row, since she's not had this struggle before, the school office informed me that such accidents or activity is typical in kindergartners.
The transition is tough. New environment, different people, varying expectations.
And, in Isabella's case, she's afraid of disappointing others and not getting teachers' approval. Furthermore, she's not be away all day, five days a week.
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Unfortunately, tonight I had to go to her school for a parents' meeting, where children weren't invited or allowed. An information rich session about what the children are learning, what the structures are, and all the logistics. Isabella badly wanted to me to be with her.
I promised her that after she gets home from school tomorrow, I'll be at her side. Not going anywhere without her.
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贝拉 darling, we'll work through this transition together. Hand in hand.