I don't have pictures to accompany this-my family will be disappointed and I am sorry. I keep forgetting my camera and honestly, I don't have a lot of time for pictures.
The boys started a new daycare/preschool this week, with no apprehension from Connor-not even a glance back at me today.
Ian handled the first day well and this morning was more apprehensive for him. Because Ian must build Lego helicopters in all of his spare time, he was busy taking apart his creation this morning when we had to leave. Leaving behind his Legos (no toys allowed from home) was traumatic enough. He followed that up with some serious protest about preschool, which I could understand. As we arrived in his class, he begin to wail and cling, crying "I don't want to go to preschool!". After extracting myself and trying to reassure him that I would be back this afternoon, the teacher scooped him on her lap and I left. Tom called a bit later to check on him and he was doing much better.
When I returned, at first he looked happy to see me, but he quickly grew teary because "Mommy, you forgot to hug me and then double wave goodbye and that made me cry." Well, rip my heart out and step on it a lot. I promised him we would figure out a goodbye that will make him feel loved and able to go about his day. We'll see.
While I know that the kids are learning different things, as stated in his note, Ian doesn't really discuss his day, except that the kids are bigger than he is and he builds stuff all day. The teacher told me that he refuses to eat lunch but will eat his weight in goldfish crackers. Good thing they don't serve sugar-laden stuff. We'd be in trouble.
I get more details on Connor, but he cries because I am taking him out of the class and he really likes it. He acclimates so well. Maybe that is a good thing.
Not sure how much I love this particular place yet. I don't get a real sense of compassion from the teachers but they have a lot of kids to think about too. Plus, I go in and expect a report on how they did and they seem amazed that I don't just pick them up and run out the door. I wish daycare and preschool wasn't so difficult on us both time-wise and financially. Arrgh.
We'll see how the rest of the week plays out.
6 comments:
I got tears in my eyes. I remember when my oldest daughter went to school the first day. She cried, hung on to my legs to stop me from going and then collapsed in a heap on the floor. These little ones sure do know how to rip your heart out don't they?
What I thought that camera of yours was attached at the hip!
Well maybe capturturing the second week of preschool will be better when Ian adjusts to the school
Good Luck!
No camera! I'm always moved by what a good and caring parent you are and how well you handle your children's tougher moments. I had a lot of trauma around school in my early years. It sounds like you are doing such a good job with your boys. Makes me happy.
Oh, there is nothing worse than that. You poor thing. It will get easier, I promise! Hope your day was easier today and that you found a proper goodbye for Ian. He'll be fine. They both will. Don't worry too much!
UGH!! So sad!! I know you will work out something so he feels okay and you feel okay. At least he didn't refuse to go because he "had a lot of troubles in his life!!" (This is what his Dad aka Thomas said about kindergarten.) I hope the daycare works out too. Big hugs to you all! xoxo
So many changes all at once! You must be exhausted. I'm happy that Connor is enjoying daycare. Ian reminds me a bit of my son - he was fine the first day and then had doubts.
I'll never forget he once proclaimed 'what is the point of all this school'
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