Monday, January 07, 2013

Finding Nizzar

First day of school is always traumatic for parents, especially mothers. My little boy, Nizzar, started Standard One this year and boy, I tell you… it’s very distressing!

Day 1 – he went to the wrong class.

You know how it is on the first day of assembly? There were so many kids from Standard 1 right up to Standard 6. In Year 1 alone, there were 150 students - all seemed lost and terrified in the big crowd. Combined with the other classes, there must be close to 1,000 students at the assembly area that morning.

I was nervous, and I’m sure all the other Year 1 parents who were waiting at the assembly area were anxious as well.

My son was seated right at the back row because all the other kids had arrived earlier than us. I was watching him from far and he seemed just fine although he looked somewhat lost at times. That was understandable given the new environment and such.

After all the announcements and speeches, I heard the Headmistress announced, “Semua murid Tahun 1 diminta berdiri…!”

None of the Std One kids stood up. All the parents rushed to their kids and coaxed them to stand up.

I just stood there and continued observing my son from far.

Then the group started moving out of the assembly area towards the classrooms. I stood vigil and watched each and every one of the kid that passed by so I didn’t miss my son.

One by one had walked on by, but I didn’t see my Nizzar.

Murid Tahun 2 di minta berdiri!”

Alamak.. dah masuk Tahun 2? Where’s my son?

Ok, maybe I’d missed him in the crowd… he’d probably had reached his class now.

So, I went up to his class. But when I got there, he was nowhere to be seen. His seat was empty.

I panicked! Where could he be?

I asked the teacher, “Anak saya, Nizzar, tak de disini, Cikgu..” Non-chalantly, the teacher replied, “Ohh.. tak apa.. hari pertama ni memang macam ni… Ramai budak2 masuk silap kelas. Nanti kita jumpa lah dia..”

What? Nanti kita jumpa dia? How long do I have to wait?? What if he had gone outside the school compound? What if he had gone elsewhere looking for me? Even I didn’t know the whole school compound!

So, I went to look for him myself. I went to all the Std One classes but he was nowhere to be seen. Then I went to the Std Two classes – still, he wasn’t there (although there were a few Std 1 kids found in those classes).

Then I went back downstairs to the assembly area – it was empty except for a few parents mingling around.

I felt my heart dropped. Have I lost my kid on the first day of school?

I ran up again to the class area and stumbled upon the Headmistress. “Cikgu, anak saya hilang. I cannot find him!”

The Headmistress just looked at me and said (without any sense of urgency in her voice), “Tak pe… dia mesti ada kat kelas lain tu..”, and walked on by entertaining the other parents.

I was mad! What if it had been your son? Wouldn’t you be worried? Wouldn’t you be alarmed?

Sweat was trickling down my face but I told myself not to give up. I went to each and every Std 1 classes once again to search for him, but still I couldn’t find him. In the end, I went back to his class and decided to just wait for someone to find him...

As I entered the class, I saw him. Sitting in the front row, head down. The teacher whispered to me, “We found him at the corridor. He went to Kelas 3.” (when his class is Kelas 2).

Phew... what a relief!!

The moment he saw me, he started to cry. I saw tears rolled down his cheeks and I could feel that he was so relieved to see me. Poor baby...

I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. “Where did you go? Mummy looked for you everywhere but I couldn’t find you. I was so worried about you, you know…!” Huu… Huu… now both of us started crying in the classroom!

Hee.. Hee… now you know why he didn’t want to go to school...

It was very trying for me to get him to go to school the next day and the days after. Every morning he would cry and come up with all sorts of excuses to stop me from sending him to school. Kasut panas lah, beg berat lah, the class is lame lah, he’s not well lah… macam macam!

It broke my heart to see him like that… but I had to be firm and continued sending him to school despite his pleadings. I knew for a fact, once he got into class, he would be okay.

Today, when I got home from work, he told me the best news ever - “Mummy, I am the Class Monitor!”

Alright!!

And he said, he volunteered for the job.

That’s my boy…:)


Nizzar on the first day of school

17 comments:

Dila DiCaprio said...

aarrgghh...

comel!!! rasa nak nangis!! sedeyh + happy!!

Ohh nizzar!!

MrsNordin said...

Ha ha Dila...! I bet masa you masuk darjah satu dulu, sure you nangis hari-hari...! Hee.. hee...

Superwomanwannabe said...

i pun nak nangis ni oi! HOw can the teacher be so lepak!!At least suggest lah you check klas 3 tu ke..and point out lah kat mana..ni nak carik pun tak tau kan..god I lost 2 kids once and the feeling is NOT NICE.I think teachers should be more sympathetic !

MrsNordin said...

Shila, govt school teachers have so many kids to handle. Tak de masa nak layan anak kita sorang. If you want sympathy or empathy, masuk private schools lah..

Hey I miss you lah... when can we meet? Are you back already??

Helena said...

your entry buat i rasa nak gelak plus rasa sebak coz teringat masa my kids std 1 dulu2 hehe>

Eh seriously, in my kids punya school, I have not come across budak hilang during assembly. Nizzar's school must be very big sbb macam selalu je hilang 1st day. But i really grinned from one ear to another when you wrote you cried sama2 dalam kelas.... huhu i can imagine all the emotions pent up masa you cari dia kan, kalau i mesti mcm org tak betul dah...

But then can mmg best sending jadi class monitor. Congrats Nizzar. Volunteer tu... aunty salute la :D

Helena said...

*typo

But then kan mmg best ending jadi class monitor. Congrats Nizzar. Volunteer tu... aunty salute la :D

MrsNordin said...

Thanks Helena...

You know, I used to follow your blog before. Stories about your kids... They are all grown up now. How time flies...!

I don't want Nizzar to grow up so fast!

ummisara said...

mrs nordin.

heheh i tau perasaan u. experienced that few years ago.

congrats nizzar

AuntieYan said...


Salam Yati,

I wonder if you still remember me....ha...ha...dah lama tak memblog sejak pencen ni. Tak tahu lah bila nak start balik.

Diam tak diam dah nak masuk 2 tahun dah Auntie pencen, tau tau Nizar pun dah darjah satu.

Memang banyak kenangan anak mula bersekolah ni, ada yang lucu ada yang mencemaskan...


Andrea Boult said...

OMG! OMG! I can just imagine how frantic you were when you were looking around for him. I had the same experience too when my girl went to Standard One. She didn't board the school van to go home (!!!). Instead, she followed my neighbour whose kid was in the same school. Aiyoh! can you imagine how panic I was? Anak seorang je tu. Never prayed so hard in my life before. LOL

MrsNordin said...

Hi Ummi Sara,

I suppose, all mothers will go through this phase.. :)

MrsNordin said...

Auntie Yan,

Of course I remember you! Eee... dah 2 tahun pencen? Rasa baru hari tu I baca your story about how you're adjusting to your retirement.. How time flies...

Hope you are well and enjoying life as it is. Take care!

MrsNordin said...

Andrea,

Ha ha! You've never prayed so hard, huh? That's so funny!

I can imagine Alex pulling a stunt like that. Mummy asked her to take the school van, she pandai2 make her own plan with the neighbour!!

Now dah besar kan... I'm sure you miss her when she was a baby...:)

Kak Teh said...

Mrs N- what a lovely ending!!! He must be enjoying his role now. And yes, I am back blogging!!

Anonymous said...

Nangis i baca ni....syukur endingnya macam tu. Volunteer pulak tu... he..he...

NAC

Helena said...

oh yeke? Thanks dear. I seldom blog now. Tapi nak cuba start balik. I'm at home with hubby berdua aja now. Kids semua dah masuk boarding school.. huhu....

bella said...

gosh...i'm crying already...i can imagine myself in your shoes...i would already freak out and scream to just everyone!!! arghhh...gosh...i can't imagine myself in 5 years time. how lah....