Since August is a particularly slow month for French society, la rentrée in September becomes a significant event... it marks not only the beginning of classes but also the jump start of activities after a languid summer off for the government, businesses and the rest of the population.
For my younger son, September 3rd was more of an entrée (entrance) than rentrée into our local International French school, where a new environment, new rules and a new rhythm became his new normal.
To say the first week was hard on me is an understatement. By day three, Etienne's excitement had worn off, and the small space between us was a heavy mix of sadness and anxiety. Though his meltdown was not pretty to see and hear, the emotional toll was all mine to bear, and this maman's heart was reluctant in relearning the painful art of goodbyes...
The good news is I went through this with my first son... I know at some point it gets slightly easier.