Oliver's second week at school
Oliver's second week at school has been, er, interesting to say the least.
Tuesday we had more tantrums and more comments about being 'strong-willed' from the teachers. But not too bad overall.
Wednesday was a minor step back. On the way to school I got comments like "I won't smile", "please don't leave me" and "I don't want to go to school"; then started to cry as soon as we got into the classroom and then when the teacher tried to make him come to the table to have lunch he clung to me like a limpit and had to be forcibly removed whilst screaming.
Lots of wobbly bottom lips on the last day of the week, but no tears, even when he saw me go. So fingers crossed it's getting better. But I'm not holding my breath as you never know from one day to the next how he'll be. Is fickle a good word to describe toddlers? Hmmmm...
The good thing is I have absolute faith in the teachers and how they're dealing with this (I imagine they have substantial experience in teary children) and once I've left him and am spending time with the Pipster, I feel much better. Out of sight, out of mind?!
The funniest thing? The reply of "fine" when asked how school was. I thought he wasn't supposed to be recalsitrant until he was a teenager?
The cutest thing? Oliver's continual statements that "I'm not going to cry am I?" when he goes to school because Big G told him that he's got to be strong. He is so very earnest.
The best thing about all this? The smile when he sees us when we pick him up. Priceless.
Tuesday we had more tantrums and more comments about being 'strong-willed' from the teachers. But not too bad overall.
Wednesday was a minor step back. On the way to school I got comments like "I won't smile", "please don't leave me" and "I don't want to go to school"; then started to cry as soon as we got into the classroom and then when the teacher tried to make him come to the table to have lunch he clung to me like a limpit and had to be forcibly removed whilst screaming.
Lots of wobbly bottom lips on the last day of the week, but no tears, even when he saw me go. So fingers crossed it's getting better. But I'm not holding my breath as you never know from one day to the next how he'll be. Is fickle a good word to describe toddlers? Hmmmm...
The good thing is I have absolute faith in the teachers and how they're dealing with this (I imagine they have substantial experience in teary children) and once I've left him and am spending time with the Pipster, I feel much better. Out of sight, out of mind?!
The funniest thing? The reply of "fine" when asked how school was. I thought he wasn't supposed to be recalsitrant until he was a teenager?
The cutest thing? Oliver's continual statements that "I'm not going to cry am I?" when he goes to school because Big G told him that he's got to be strong. He is so very earnest.
The best thing about all this? The smile when he sees us when we pick him up. Priceless.
posted by Emma Sweetwater at
January 16, 2009
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