Isaac's second day of preschool
Ever since Tuesday, Isaac has made it clear in his subtle way that he really did like preschool. Yesterday he asked if he was going to school again, and announced that next time "I will not cry and be sad!" I wasn't willing to bet on that one, but I was extremely pleased with his great attitude.
Today was his second day, and I resolved to make things much better (read: QUICKER) on my part. I signed him in, showed him to his cubby so he could put his backpack there, and helped him put his name in the job basket*. After less than 2 minutes inside, Jacob and I left. There was fussing, and he again had to be physically restrained by Miss Susie so I could exit the building, but the decibel level of the situation was much, much lower than Tuesday. When I picked him up, Miss Susie informed me that his recovery period today was significantly shorter. With such progress, I would be willing to bet that we experience fussless departures as early as next Thursday.
I'm sure it helps that Isaac liked school even more today, and was much more forthcoming with the details. It made my inner control freak -- who I didn't even know existed until Tuesday -- jump for joy.
"Did you read books?"
"Yes! We read another book about bears! And I jumped on the trampoline and painted and played on the playground and had juice and animal crackers!"
In his cubby today two art projects awaited me. This first was a big circle of paper lovingly slathered with sunny yellow finger paint from Tuesday. The second, Dada's favorite, was a sheet of paper that consists of Isaac's name and a single line of pink crayon, where he apparently got a little bored with the coloring table, but his darling teachers were certainly not going to deprive our fridge of any thing Isaac touched that could be sent home.
On Tuesday as we drove home, Isaac and I talked a lot about his feelings regarding the strangeness of my abandoning him.
"I didn't want you to go. I cried about you. Were you a little sad to leave me at preschool?"
"Well, yes, I was a little sad, but I was mostly proud of you for being such a big boy and going to school."
Today as we drove home, Isaac talked about preschool feelings in the most totally awesome and unexpected way.
"Mommy, do you think my teachers are sad?"
"Why would your teachers be sad, Isaac?"
"I think they are sad because I had to go."
"YES, absolutely. They will miss their Isaac."
"I will tell them to not be sad. I'll tell them that I'll see them again really soon."
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*At his school, everyday about half the kids have "jobs", such as putting the day's date on the calendar, helping distribute the snack, cleaning up one of three tables, etc. The kids put their names -- on the colored shapes from a previous picture (Isaac's is a yellow triangle) -- in a basket and are chosen at random.
Today was his second day, and I resolved to make things much better (read: QUICKER) on my part. I signed him in, showed him to his cubby so he could put his backpack there, and helped him put his name in the job basket*. After less than 2 minutes inside, Jacob and I left. There was fussing, and he again had to be physically restrained by Miss Susie so I could exit the building, but the decibel level of the situation was much, much lower than Tuesday. When I picked him up, Miss Susie informed me that his recovery period today was significantly shorter. With such progress, I would be willing to bet that we experience fussless departures as early as next Thursday.
I'm sure it helps that Isaac liked school even more today, and was much more forthcoming with the details. It made my inner control freak -- who I didn't even know existed until Tuesday -- jump for joy.
"Did you read books?"
"Yes! We read another book about bears! And I jumped on the trampoline and painted and played on the playground and had juice and animal crackers!"
In his cubby today two art projects awaited me. This first was a big circle of paper lovingly slathered with sunny yellow finger paint from Tuesday. The second, Dada's favorite, was a sheet of paper that consists of Isaac's name and a single line of pink crayon, where he apparently got a little bored with the coloring table, but his darling teachers were certainly not going to deprive our fridge of any thing Isaac touched that could be sent home.
On Tuesday as we drove home, Isaac and I talked a lot about his feelings regarding the strangeness of my abandoning him.
"I didn't want you to go. I cried about you. Were you a little sad to leave me at preschool?"
"Well, yes, I was a little sad, but I was mostly proud of you for being such a big boy and going to school."
Today as we drove home, Isaac talked about preschool feelings in the most totally awesome and unexpected way.
"Mommy, do you think my teachers are sad?"
"Why would your teachers be sad, Isaac?"
"I think they are sad because I had to go."
"YES, absolutely. They will miss their Isaac."
"I will tell them to not be sad. I'll tell them that I'll see them again really soon."
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*At his school, everyday about half the kids have "jobs", such as putting the day's date on the calendar, helping distribute the snack, cleaning up one of three tables, etc. The kids put their names -- on the colored shapes from a previous picture (Isaac's is a yellow triangle) -- in a basket and are chosen at random.
posted by Claire at 10:08 PM
1 Comments:
It sounds like your first two days of preschool went EXACTLY like ours. I cried like a manic for an hour.
Sigh.
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