Since when did he start calling me Mommy to others? This was the thought I had when I called the daycare center to check on Emmett. He's been having some really tough mornings when Craig drops him off. Lots of tears, lots of pushing the teacher away, even a little passive aggressive "I'll just grab my coat off this hook for Appa so I can go home now" behavior. Not that I expected this transition to be easy, but apparently I've set myself up to fail!
What were we thinking??? As my dear cousin laments in his blog about parenting being a lesson in learning from your mistakes - we've made a good one here. Just an FYI for anyone looking to adopt, and then place in day care a 3 yr old from another country. Keep the schedule consistent on a daily basis (not weekly). And keep the number day care providers down to 1. DUH! Rookie mistake! So we've simplified Emmett's life (not that he has noticed yet). One daycare provider, and he goes every weekday. Although on Tuesdays, I'll pick him up really early.
Now I admit, Craig drew the short straw on the daycare/drop off/pick up deal. He's the one who has to drop the little man off. He's the one who hears from the back seat "Appa, home" in that pitiful little sad voice. Me, I get the good part! Watching my son tackle anyone (or anything) on his way to give me the biggest, tightest, take-your-breathe-away-cause-he's-got-your-neck! hug ever! All the while screaming "OOOOOMMMMMMMAAAAAA" Yep! it's cute.
But on Wednesday, which was his first really bad morning, I didn't get any work done. I couldn't concentrate. I kept wondering if he'd calmed down. Thoughts like "what have I done" would creep into my head. Maybe it's too early, maybe I should have stayed home longer, maybe this isn't the right daycare. It's no wonder I could concentrate. If parenting = learning from mistakes, then motherhood = living with doubt. My coworkers can attest to my saying "I've never doubted myself this much!"
And to top it all off, I'm now falling asleep at 9:30. Yep, the night owl that I used to be is apparently desiring to hibernate! ( do owls hibernate?) Oh Lord, I really am turning into my mother!
2 comments:
And ddd, what would be wrong with that? Turing into your mother? I have enjoyed my 37+ years with her very very much. Dad
I've found that when mine have a bad day they usually calm down pretty quickly after I leave, not that know that helps. But consistency is important. Usually them having a bad morning is directly related to one of us getting up late and or some other issue that is beyond their (the boys control).
Hang in there. It will get easier but you may still have days with tears. You may be wishing for them when you drop Emmett off and he runs off to play and you have to remind him to hug you good bye.
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