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Thursday, December 3, 2015

My Little Cricket’s Delay: Young Minds Meet and Greet

As part of our entrance into Young Minds Preschool they strongly encourage coming four or five times (or as many as your child needs) for short one hour sessions where you and your child come into your assigned classroom. For an hour or so they will be a part of and get used to the surroundings, the teachers and the routine. We arrived on time for our hour meet and greet and I was both nervous and excited. My Little boy, looking oh so little. I am not ready to send him away from me, and yet here we are.

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The first day was a mess. My Little Cricket didn’t want to sit during snack time. He didn’t listen during recess, and he would NOT sit still for music class. I left thinking my son was so different. Those kids (all within six months of my Little Crickets age) were speaking, they were sitting, they were listening. And my son just wasn’t. The teachers assured me it was always like this. It was going to take some time for him to get used to everything. To just give him some space to explore.

The second meet and greet was even worse. Unfortunately I didn’t have anyone to watch my Little Rose. Again my Little Cricket didn’t want to sit for snack time. And since I was dealing with the baby, and since the teachers were dealing with the other 13 kids in the class my Little Cricket just wandered around and played while everyone else sat and ate. One of the teachers I really liked, she spent some time showing my son the balls and practicing shooting hoops. And then she lifted my son up to the basket and DROPPED HIM ON HIS HEAD. I didn’t freak out, but I was upset, my Little Cricket was screaming. So I spent the next twenty minutes trying to calm him down. Poor baby.

Of course later he doesn’t want to sit for snack time, he doesn’t want to sit and try the hot chocolate and marshmallows. He is just SO DIFFERENT. SO SO different. The teachers again tried to tell me it was normal. I am SO SICK of everyone saying that. Because I know. I know that this just doesn’t feel normal. I want to believe them, I really do, but deep in my gut I know better. I was watching the clock, agonizing that time wasn’t moving faster. My emotions were high, it was taking everything I had just to hold it together, I just needed to make it another ten minutes. But I couldn’t take it another second. I scooped up my daughter, I scooped up my son and I tried to hold my tears back as I excused us from the classroom.

I got in the car and sobbed. Sat in the parking lot with the kids happily strapped into their car seats and lost it. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. This school, it just doesn’t feel right. As much as I want to listen to the experts and send my kid to a preschool I am not comfortable with him being here. This is not the right school for him right now. There is no way he is ready.

And so I am back to square one. I don’t know what to do, but I do know that he won’t be starting here next month like I had hoped.

Deep breaths, I wipped off my tears. I smiled at my beautiful little boy. I was going to figure this out. As unsettled and as awful as I feel I know that I can figure this out.

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