Today Thorin returned to pre-school after a week break. Upon returning he graduated from his classroom of two years – The Forest Room – to The Safari Room. Honestly, I don’t think it was a big deal to him until I scared the crap out of him this morning at breakfast.
After I set down his breakfast I thought I would go over how un-scary the transition would be. I was about that clunky. The one sided conversation devolved into him covering his face with his hands and shaking his head back and forth saying, “No, no, no, no, no… Ward overheard me from the bathroom and leaned out whispering (in sort of a hissing way) “Stop talking! You are freaking him out!” Cripes! He was right! What bothered me more at that moment – scaring my son or having my husband be right about something? I am not a total jerk – scaring my son trumps.
Thorin is nothing if not resilient. I said in my best sunny Mom voice, “Who wants Popsicles for breakfast?!” That threw him – and, the distraction was enough to get him back on track. Ward entered stage right and before sitting down gave me the raised eyebrow look. All I can say is thank God neither of them wants to talk about how they feel.
So, you think I would have learned my lesson. No I didn’t because I didn’t know what the lesson was. When I took him to the new classroom I thought I was making a big show of how great this whole new Safari Room thing was and “Oh, my, you are going to have fun today!” I made it sound so “fun” for so long that I had a cling-on situation going. For non-parents that’s when your kid grabs on to you for dear life. What’s wrong with me??!!!
I said to the teacher, “I guess I am not very good at this sort of thing. What should I do.” I had sort of a pathetic and helpless expression on my face. And in a very deadpan sort of way she said, “Leave quickly.”
So, I was freaked out about the transition to a new classroom and he wasn’t. I have mommie issues.