A couple of weeks ago, I took these photos of Ivan, who was admiring the newly fallen fall foliage. He was making sure that I had noticed the beautiful colors all around, which of course, being a lover of autumn, I had. We were in the playground outside of Vic's preschool, minutes after we had dropped off a sad, protesting little boy. Yes, believe it or not, Victor is still having issues with going to school. I thought surely by now he would be over the whole crying, wanting to go home thing, but such is not the case. It is rather confusing to me. He seems to look forward to it when he first wakes up, but right before we leave he starts trying to convince me that he is just too tired to go and as I help him put on his shoes and jacket the sad tears start a-flowin'. He has development this new intense attachment to his "blankie" and the thought of being away from it for three whole hours is just too much for him to bear. The teachers say he is always asking when he can go home, complaining that he is "so tired" and wants his damn blankie. This past week he has improved a bit, still emotional at drop-off but not so much during the time he is there. We are having a play date with one of his classmates this Friday. Hopefully, having a friendship with this little boy, Vinnie, will make things easier on him. I am trying not to be so worried about it because he seems absolutely normal at home, happily pretending, creating all sorts of fantastic stories, often times too complicated for my dense adult brain to process. It is clear that the trauma of going to preschool is not going to scar him later in life.
Ivan, on the other hand, has no cares in the world. He is one happy-go-lucky child. Curious and into everything, he keeps me oh, so busy. I am downright exhausted at the end of each day. He has really enjoyed this fall season and has taken on the habit of finding a pile of leafs, then plopping down in them with the hopes that either his big brother or myself will bury him up to his neck in the crunchy, crackling goodness. He is such a pure joy and makes me smile, giggle, laugh constantly.
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Kids all have their own issues and their own time frame for dealing with them. We feel inward and outward pressure that our kids be a certain way but in the end it is healthiest for us all to just let our kids deal with the best way they can and be as accepting as we can.
You are a rock star Mom and he will come around.
How did the playdate go?
IVAN is just a ball of exploring joy right now. It is a pleasure to behold.
sounds like your young man and my young man should get together and go bowling. and I thought the school issues wouldn't start 'til they were in jr. high....
what a load of craziness. have you jumped over to my blog lately? I've been scared half to death by well-meaning teachers that my child isn't developmentally on par with the pampered children of the frigid North Shore. I think both our boys are practically perfect...even if the world isn't always kind to them--or us!!! Hang in there, you're the greatest mom and Victor is the greatest kid. Enjoy every minute with Ivan and tell Vic we say HI!!!!
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