Why? He's going to preschool 2 mornings a week. I never thought it would happen since I'm a rather hard core advocate for mothers caring for their children. In February I wrote about the myth that preschool is to learn socialization.
My socialite-off-the-charts-extrovert absolutely LOVES it. I love the time for me. Since we live 2,000 miles from family (aka free childcare), "preschool" is time for me to schedule doctor, dentist and hair appointments or maybe grocery shop by myself. :)
When I picked him up the first day, Tuesday, his response will forever be etched in my mind.
I arrived a few minutes early and met another mom in the classroom. The children were still out playing. She told me how hard it was for her daughter to be there, who just wanted to be at home. The other mother said, "She could play for 2-3 HOURS in her room, by herself."
Really? That's possible? There are children who will do that? Unfathomable.
Mr. Intensity HATES to be in his room by himself and only does it for mandatory "room time" after lunch.
My conversation with the other mom was interrupted by the children bounding into the room. Just like in a movie, the little girl ran to her momma and jumped into her arms - so glad to be with her.
My child, however, burst into tears upon seeing me. The teacher walked over and said, "I don't understand. He's been fine all day."
He was crying because he didn't want to see me. He wanted to stay LONGER.
Love you, too, son.
I was able to convince him that all the other children had packed lunch in cute lunch boxes. We needed to buy a lunch box. I promised that he could stay for lunch on Thursday. Only then did he agree to go home with me. But he wasn't happy about it.
Now he's the proud owner of a lunch box. We gave it a test drive and ate lunch at the Children's Museum. When we walked in, he showed the lady at the ticket counter and carried on with her for a full 5 minutes about how he's "going to preschool for two days a week, that's Tuesday and Thursday mornings, it's not very long but the kids bring their lunch and I had to get a lunch box...." and on and on.
He cracks me up.