I knew in my gut that it was going to happen. I’ve been nervous about it for weeks, months truthfully. It happened before his little feet even hit the pavement. He had me fooled yesterday when he showed a flash of excitement. A little tease. I should have known better. I should have trusted my gut. Deep down I knew…he was going to be the little boy who didn’t want to go to school.
It started with the arms crossed over his chest as he sat in his car seat with his head down. He had just realized that his big brothers weren’t going to school with him. Something I thought he already knew, but apparently it came right out of the left field. He wasn’t too happy. We finally made it out of the car and into the parking lot. We saw our friends in the distance and assured him he was going to be able to play with Chloe and Ella and meet more new friends. Still he apprehensively and ever slowly crossed the parking lot clinging to my leg.
I broke free hoping he would get brave and come closer to the group of us waiting outside. He just stood there and pouted.
We finally got him to come inside. He first refused to put on his name tag. I tried, my husband tried, our friends tried. Nope. Not having it. We gather on the carpet for circle time. He decided to hide under the chair instead.
However, while hiding under the chair he had perfect vision of the bins that were on the bottom shelf. The bins of fun things. The bin of “twain tar-wacks.” He contemplated for a moment when they were dismissed from the carpet and invited to explore and play. He made his way over there and asked Daddy if he could play. He started building his tracks and allowed the TA to help. Then his friend Chloe joined in too. In a matter of minutes he was having fun in pre-school. Who would have thought! He was still apprehensive. He didn’t help sing songs, but he did go up and turn the page on the story book. He played out on the playground and got in line to go back inside. I felt a bit more at ease for a moment. A brief moment. I have now been told that “I not going to school!” Thursday is his first day without parents and I already know it’s going to be a nightmare for both him and I.
So to other mommies out there…how were your little ones first days of pre-school? My first two boys loved it…this one, he’s just my scrappy little mama’s boy.