The day of reckoning happened yesterday. Timothy moved up to his next class. This is a big transition for us. He is now in a class with three little boys who are {almost} potty trained. I am really hoping having three friends that stand in line to “go” will entice my little one to want to go as well. We will see.
Here is how our morning started:
T and I are about to turn into daycare when he yells out his old teacher’s name {Miss Jo!} My heart sunk. I turned around and said, “no baby, you are in a new class today.”{Insert Blank stare.}
I then needed to wipe his face because I am Mom of the Year who has her child eat his breakfast on the way to school. He lost his mind. Like nothing I have ever seen before!
As we walked down the long hall to his new classroom, his head nearly turned all the way around when we didn’t go into his old room. {I kept thinking this is going to be the worst day ever!}
When we approached the open door to his new room, screams. Screams at a decibel only a two year old in duress can reach. We rounded the corner to one little girl crying for so long and so hard; that her face was deep red with tear and snot stains running down her face. Another little one crying and stomping her feet.
The poor teacher. With all this, and me adding another to the mix. The teacher outstretched her arms and T nearly jumped to go to her. I quickly put his things away, and walked out. But not without first taking one last look at my little guy. He was sitting there, happy as could be. Like he had been in that class forever.
At lunch, while T was napping I went for a progress report. The teacher said T hadn’t cried all day! In fact, within minutes of me leaving, he squirmed down off her lap and started playing with some toys. She said he refused lunch, but so did most of the other children.
All in all, I am glad his first day went as well as it did. However, the evidence that my little guy is growing up-- is being thrown in my face every. single. day.
Little guy on the way home. Of course he ate as soon as he got in the car!

3 comments:
So happy T wasn't one of the crying children!
I worked at a daycare for 10 years, those first days are always terrible. New teachers and new rooms make for unhappy little one.
That is great he felt so welcome once he came into the room.
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