Starting School and Extreme Tiredness
Last week my 3 (nearly 4) year old son started school. The anticipation for him has been huge. I have never seen him so excited about, and look forward to, anything else as much has he has this.
We live in France and so he starts school, or ("big school" as we call it!) in the school year he turns 4. In France it is usually called Maternelle. At my son's school, it is called Kindergarten. They are not sitting at tables and having lessons. They learn through play still. However, it is much more structured, there is a timetable, a syllabus is followed, and they are expected to follow instructions and start to develop their independence. It's a fairly big school as well, certainly compared to what he has been used to, so that environmental element can be overwhelming too.
He started school in January, part way through the school year, because of our house move. He has begun doing full time and full days from the start. This is 8.30am to 4pm for 4 days a week, and one half day. His previous experience of childcare has been 2 full days a week, so this is quite a big jump.
Many friends in the UK and in France warned me about how tired my son would be when he started school. These are friends whose children started school at age 4-5 in the UK, or age 3-4 here in France. No matter the age, it seems that this step-change is big. And of course it depends on the particular child as well. Some find it harder than others.
This even has a name: "after-school restraint collapse". A friend sent me this useful article about it. Here is an extract, which with hindsight has particularly resonated:
"The symptoms of after-school restraint collapse are likely familiar to parents of young children: “When they come home from school they will regress emotionally,” says Brooks. “They will act younger than their age and whine, cry, throw tantrums, act needy, moody and generally have a meltdown. They will look and behave as if they are exhausted".”
Fortunately, the boy has been so excited to go to school that he has run into the classroom with hardly a backwards glance. Mornings have been no stress. The afternoons and evenings however, a different tale.
I was prepared. Or I thought I was...
When I collected him, my son ran out of the classroom and met me with a big cuddle. From his excited stories, and the feedback from his teacher, he had enjoyed a wonderful first day. We are lucky, he settled well straight away.
As soon as we left the school building he refused to hold my hand, causing a bit of a scene as we entered the busy car park and when I insisted (bit embarrassing for me, I'm new too!). Carrying my handbag, and holding my younger daughter's hand as well, made this all rather tricky. (Note to self, use pockets not handbag!). We got to the car and he was trying to run around it as I buckled in my daughter. Refusing to take off his coat. Refusing to hold his bag. Insisting his coat zip was broken, "Mum my teacher said I need a new coat. You're wrong. You don't know anything". All delivered in an angry, whinging voice.
Direction, or an opposing view, from myself was met with a variety of responses that oscillated between wails, tears and anger.
Naively, I tried asking him about his day. Every question was like trying to converse with a stereotypical teenager, as if I was being thoroughly unreasonable to ask!
He was like this all the way home, and literally until he went to bed (...eventually - he was overtired). He hardly ate any tea either, which is VERY unlike him.
If I got frustrated with him, it just made it worse. It was exhausting for us both. And frankly a bit of a shame, as I had been looking forward to hearing about his day and spending time with him.
Day two, and I attempted to be wiser. I implemented the bribe of a sweetie for once they were in the car IF they held my hand in the car park. Bribery being the very cornerstone of my parenting... or should I say "positive behavioural reinforcement"! Stickers may work for the teachers, but alas they just don't seem to cut it for me anymore. This was remarkably effective (albeit not 100%). I also put on a story tape for the journey, rather than trying to chat. This helped keep the atmosphere calm and relaxing. They were both quiet. Over tea, he told me a bit about his day. Result! Although I do not think his friends are called "Binky, Bonky and Boo"...
After day one, I had learnt to manage my expectations about how he would be behaving.
On Wednesday afternoon there is no school here in France. When I collected my son he had a complete planking melt down by his coat peg because he wanted to have lunch at the Canteen at school NOT with me.. He finally believed me that everyone was going home and agreed, reluctantly, to come home with me too. Trying to have a few words of nice conversation with other school mums, seemingly having an uneventful school pick up, was basically impossible.
Rather than trying to do something this afternoon, we had a big home made pizza lunch (full tummies), and had a snuggling-under-blankets movie afternoon. I think he really needed this to recharge. He wasn't overtired whingy and went to bed relaxed and happy. Phew!
Days Four & Five
Curiously, as the week went on, he seemed to get less tired. I don't know how much of a difference the Wednesday recharge made. It was as if he was getting into his stride with what was expected of him though, and therefore relaxing a bit more. It wasn't all quite so new.
By Friday evening, he was pretty much all chatter and happiness when he was released from the classroom at 4pm. I use this word "released" quite specifically. At home time, it is as if he has been a coiled spring all day - all that trying to behave well, and listen, and concentrate - such that when the school day is over, there is a big burst of excited energy to see me. At the beginning of the week this was overwhelming and he didn't know how to deal with how he felt. By Friday he was overflowing with energy and, literally, ran around in circles for about 10 minutes whilst I tried to put his coat on and speak to his teacher.
So for most of week one, the "after-school restraint collapse" was real. Looking back to that quotation above, we had a classic case. I had to think, be calm and patient, give lots of hugs, and do everything I could not to overwhelm him. Prompt bedtimes/early nights were KEY. After the first night, I discovered the way to do this was to aim for an earlier bedtime. Starting the wind down earlier than usual, such that the normal level of messing about was also therefore brought forward and sleep came sooner.
We are now at the end of week two. It has been much much easier this week but there have still been moments with meltdowns.
Overall I would say that my son has been less emotional, due to tiredness, after school and has been listening better (not perfectly, but he is 4 (nearly!) so i'm realistic!). He is definitely understanding more of what is expected from him from the teachers, and from me.
Sweeties are still being used - don't judge me. But we have got some "raisin sweeties" now in the car too, and so sugar intake is reduced a little! We got a kitten this week, and he has been excited to come home from school to play with him.
His friends are still called "Binky, Bonky and Boo" though...
I should add that, to greet me at pick up today, at the end of his second week, he ran towards me and bit me in the stomach. Completely unexpected and out of character. He has never bitten me before. If I’m his “safe place where he can release his emotions” (as I’ve read on the internet), I’d mostly rather he didn’t do so with his teeth.
I was planning on my son starting a sport (Judo sounded fab) for a Wednesday afternoon. But I hesitated signing him up. And, for now, I am glad I did. He has enough on his plate. Maybe after half term. I'm going to wait and see how the next few weeks go.
Despite his tiredness, I think we have been lucky that my son seems happy and settled straight away. He has had 4 different changes in childcare up until this point (this being his 5th new start), and we have relocated twice in his little life now - UK to Paris, and Paris to Toulouse - so he is pretty good at taking change in his stride.
I'm really proud of my big boy starting big school. It's a big step for all of us.
How has starting school affected the rest of our family?
One night during the first week I went to bed at 8pm - that's 11 hours sleep I clocked up that night. Heavenly! I was fresh as a daisy the next morning. It's not just the early (for me) mornings and having to be organised. Everything is new for me too. There has been so much to do since we arrived in Toulouse, and I am juggling it all.
A curious and entirely unexpected side effect of the boy starting school is the affect it has had on his sister, who is 16 months younger.
I expected her to miss him as they have been together 24/7 (even now sharing a bedroom, and in the same creche class together) for months and months. What I didn't foresee was a quite dramatic change in her character. In a positive way! For the last 6 months of her 2.5 year life, she has been quite challenging. Needy for attention, and misbehaving or being down right cheeky to get it. Just for me! Usual 2 year old stuff, I'm sure. My problem is that I find her too darn cute to stay cross at her, and she knows just how to deploy her maximum cuteness as well. It's like having a puppy!! From the moment I dropped the boy at school, she has become (for the most part) a delightful angel, and it has really been a pleasure to call her my side kick these last two weeks.
Lesson for me: one child under 4 is easier to manage than 2 at a time.
If you are reading this and navigating the start of school with a little one, or are about to, I hope you find our experience to be helpful. If you have walked this path before me and have any tips or tricks that worked for you - i'd love to hear them. I don't expect I'm totally out of the woods yet!