Muffin Man has spent the last 18 months or so in one classroom at his daycare. He's had mostly the same teachers for that whole time.
All summer he was so excited about moving up into the next class (his best friend is there) and being a big boy.
"No, Mommy! I want to go to MY room. I don't want to go in this room. This isn't my room! Mommy! Don't leave me! No! No! NOOOOO!"
It didn't help that I was not actually dropping him off in his new room because the teachers for that room don't arrive today until 11:00. Eventually, I let him go back into his old room until his new teachers come in. Then I had to pry his fingers off my neck.
I ended up putting my watch in his pocket. "See, Muffin Man? You have Mommy's watch. Mommy's watch will be with you all day. I'll come and pick you up later. It will all be okay."
"Bring my blanket back in here!!!!" (I'd taken his nap-time gear into the new room, his blanket is a quilt that QuiltsAlot made for him, and he has a flannel sheet too. He snuggles into them at naptime and reads a book quietly because heaven forbid he should actually take a nap at school.)
"Miss Director will bring it to you later. Big hugs and kisses now."
And so I got my hugs and kisses, but boy howdy, was it ever hard to leave him.
Through My Glasses, Dorkily
1 year ago