Day 2 of preschool was so much harder than day 1. Yesterday when I dropped Ian off at his classroom he was a little concerned about me leaving, but he didn't cry. Which helped me stay strong to know he was going to be okay and have a good time. When I picked him up he was so excited to see me, and showed me his new stuff in his backpack and told me about the things he did (ie, painted a Christmas Tree, went to the potty by himself). The teacher included a daily log in his bag so she can tell me what Ian did that day, and things he had a hard time with during the new school routine.
This morning went ok when we were waking up and going through our morning routine. He ate his breakfast happily and helped me gather the things he needed for his back pack. He even got into the car willingly, knowing where we were going.
Then the school came along, and he FLIPPED out. All out crying and flailing his arms about. I had to carry him to his classroom. Miss Jenny had to pry the death grip off my arms, and carried him away while he was screaming for me. I'm sure this is normal behavior, but it broke my heart. I always like to leave him with the understanding that I will be back, and he gives me a hug and kiss with a happy departure.
I'm hoping with all my might and through my prayers that these preschool mornings will go by fast for not only him, but for myself. I'm having a hard time keeping my thoughts away from this awful morning, and my stomach feels tight as can be. I guess I just hope he has a good Preschool experience and wont detour him from wanting to go to school on future days and that he knows that I'll come back for him.
So there's me complaining. Luckily a whole lot of like one person reads this blog. More preschool blogs to come.
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