I’m blessed with the wee ones. They may get in trouble from time to time, but they’re overall good kids. They’ve never been super shy or clingy, and I’ve seen and heard horror stories about that from friends of mine.
I remember the first day of two year old preschool for Little Miss (and keep in mind she is 25 months and 2 days old at this point). We met for one hour, and the parents stayed in the classroom to better help their kids adjust.
The kids came shyly into the classroom — except for Little Miss who bounded in — and ran off to play with the toys, after some encouragement from their moms. After a few minutes, the child would run back to mom to just check in or to pull her over to the toy the child was playing with. This occurred over and over again during the hour we spent there.
I know this, because I spent the entire hour watching it happen. I was uninterrupted in my survey of the moms with their children, as Little Miss didn’t so much as look in my direction the entire class period.
When it was time to go, she cheerfully came with me and told me about her playing, but for whatever reason, she didn’t need to check with me while I was there in the room.
Preschool this year is much the same. She ran to the bus her first day of school, and happily chatters the whole way there. Her bus drivers always remark about how happy she is.
Today, we had our first taste of the alternative. As Papa John (her new bus driver) pulled into the driveway, I hustled Little Miss towards her shoes.
But I don’t want to go to school?
I looked at her in shock. She chose that moment to scuttle away from me and into the playroom.
What do you mean you don’t want to go to school? Why not?
She looked at me soulfully. I don’t want to go. I just want to stay here with you today.
Oh, it was tempting. What a sweet little angel who just wanted to spend some more time with her mommy. My heart started to melt.
Then I remembered this is my devious child who wraps everyone around her finger and pushes things to the limit just to see what she can get away with.
Sorry, Peanut. It’s a school day, but I’ll see you as soon as preschool gets over.
The tears came, and I had to drag her outside and onto the bus. Once she was strapped into her carseat, she was ok although still subdued. And yes, even Papa John noticed.
She got off fine, but I felt badly. I couldn’t imagine going through that or worse on a daily basis, and I know there are so many parents who do. Today, I’m counting my blessings!