I will never forget the day we left. Joanna had a friend
now and wanted to stay. She had always found change difficult, and now, through no fault of her own, she had been cast out
of the only school she had ever known. We got into our car and she began to cry. Then I began to cry. We sat in the carpark
crying together for about half an hour. Then I took her home, and the next day I rang the local primary school.
"For they could not love you
But still your love was true...
This place was never meant
For one so beautiful as you."
We went to visit the village school two days later.
It seemed very nice. I even asked about Richard as he, too was still excluded from Kindergarten. The headmaster said
he had no problems with Richard's soiling. We decided to think it over.
Joanna started there the following week. She was terrified.
She wouldn't stay unless her father stayed, too, so Father stayed. The school had no problem with that either, unlike the
Waldorf school, where parents were not allowed into the classrooms except to help with craft lessons.
The teacher took me aside and asked what on earth had
happened at the other school, and I defended them! The teacher, however, said she had seen behaviour like this before and
she thought she had been bullied.
Gradually Joanna settled and became happy. I remember
one afternoon when I arrived to collect her. She came running into my arms and shouted "Mummy they played with me!"