The sun was shining, the birds were singing, children were laughing… except for Connor. His first day of school (it’s actually his first day of integration – only about 5-6 kids will be in this morning) didn’t exactly go as I had hoped. I figured my boy who has been in day care for 2 years, would naturally love school! He would walk in and take over the place! Well, not exactly.
First it was “I don’t want to go to school, I want to go to day care”, to which I responded “Connor, you’ll love school, you’ll meet new kids, have fun! and then you get to go to day care, too!” (best of both worlds, right?) So, off we went to drop Carter off at day care and to bring in Connor’s lunch. I thought, I’ll let him play for a minute or two and then we’ll go to school. (Bad idea) He decided to sit in his cubby and whine about going to school. All the kids in his room were gathered at the door, staring, asking “is Connor okay, is he sick?” Nope, just didn’t want to go to school.
So Mommy reasoned with him and in a perfect world, he would have walked out of day care and on to academia… not exactly. Mommy had to carry him out of the day care. When we got to the van he proceeded to run around the car screaming “I HATE SCHOOL, I’M NOT GOING!” add to that “I’M GOING TO GROWL AT EVERYONE AND PUSH THE OTHER KIDS” (which usually gets him sent home -he’s a smart one, our boy). Being a loving, patient Mommy, I reasoned with the boy for as long as I could until I finally said “I’m leaving, get in the van?”.
On the slow drive to school, he calmed down. Maybe this will work out I think. When we got to the school, it took about 5-10 minutes and some fancy Mommy magic (“Oh, Connor let’s stand over here, oops, looks like we are in the way here, how about over here, oh no, we are in the way here too…”) to get him into the play yard with the other kids. I had managed to find a little girl from his day care and her parents, so I thought he’s warm up to the idea of being in the yard with the other kids – instead he clung to my leg like the last piece of a capsized raft!
Just before all the kids were to go inside, we lined up in the designated area and waited for our teacher to collect us. Mrs. D’Angelo was great, she got all the other Mommies and Daddies to say their good-byes but I got a pass. I was allowed to walk Connor to the classroom. From there however, it was bye-bye time. Mrs. D’Angelo had to physically remove him from my leg and haul him into the classroom. I walked away, a little teary eyed (sniff). Guess that could have gone better.
But never fear, the report from the classroom when I picked him up was that his crying/unhappiness lasted a whole 2 minutes and that he played and had a great time. He showed the teacher how high he could count and he helped the other kids with the water fountain.
When I dropped him off at the day care, he found out that because he’s only in half days now, he doesn’t have to nap… well, if I’d been armed with this little tidbit of information, the morning would have gone a lot better! This morning, he asked me if he was going to school today, unfortunately, his next day is Friday. He was very disappointment because it meant he had to take a nap. I think Friday is looking up!