The first two weeks of Ieva's preschool debut were difficult. Very difficult. Much more difficult than I (the mommy of the family) ever expected. Our kid has been saying goodbye to us as we left the house each morning since she was 11 months old. On the occasional day that she decided to be clingy, the babysitter always said that within 2 minutes she was as happy as a clam again. So she should do fine going to school, right? Apparently not so much.
We had talked it up. School was a BIG deal for BIG kids! On her first day she was excited...at least in theory. When it actually came to walking her into that classroom & then walking away, her excitement was replaced by tearful pleadings for us to not leave her there. We'd come at the end of the day, hopeful that she had adapted (like she did at home with the babysitters) but instead found her tearful in the arms of her teacher.
Mornings were getting increasingly difficult by the day. The worst was Friday of the second week when she cried so hard with me in the coat room that she made herself throw up. It was all I could do to not scoop her up and run all the way home so we could spend the day together in familiar comfort. Instead, I pryed her out of my arms and into the extended arms of a teacher & fled the building as quickly as I could so as not to let Ieva, the teacher or anyone else see the tears I was fighting back.
I was having such self-doubt about my parenting. In the evenings she was acting out far more than usual so instead of lavishing her with comforting time together as a family, we found ourselves in discipline mode more than anything else. We knew why it was hard for her - she's an extremely verbal kid and the teachers don't understand her when she speaks English to them. That would frustrate me, too! And she's never had such a high kid to adult ratio in her life...sharing the teachers attention with 14 other kids was challenging for her. And she probably doesn't fully understand everything going on around her. And they feed her weird food (not the PB&J or Mac & Cheese that we spoil her with here). No wonder she was upset!
This past Monday we decided that we'd all walk to school together (it's on the way to LCC) but only Andrew would take Ieva in and drop her off. She reacts much more emotionally to me than to him, so for both her emotional stability and mine, we removed myself from the morning drop off. And suddenly...everything changed. At the end of the day she was playing happily when I came to pick her up. The teacher said she hadn't cried all day!
By Wednesday Andrew said that he had to remind her to give him a hug & a kiss because she was in such a rush to run into her classroom! And by this past Friday when I had to drop her off in the morning, she did the same to me. I was thrilled!!
I've talked to a number of moms at LCC (and beyond) over those first two weeks seeking advice, wisdom & prayer. A number of people have said they were praying for her (and me) as she transitioned. And at least for last week, the prayers paid off! I don't expect perfectly smooth sailing from here on out, but having one good week was so very encouraging!
