It was with mixed emotions that I took the kids for their first day of school. It was really more of an orientation and an abbreviated version of what the overall day would be.
I dressed them in their special outfits, packed a backpack of essentials and had my incredible sitter in tow so I would be able to spend time alone with each of them in their new classrooms.
(Someone was very eager.)
(That breezeway is screaming, "somebody clean me up!" but, with two toddlers in tow,
it ain't happenin' anytime soon.)
Sissy clung to me and hid her face from them when we first arrived. I tried to get her to sit at the tiny table but she would not have it, clawing for me and crying.
About two minutes later, as I was talking to one of the teachers, Sissy slid down off my lap and walked over to the sink. She climbed atop the step stool and proceeded to try and wash her hands again like we had done when we first arrived. After that, it was all down hill because she melded beautifully, playing with the kitchen, dolls and other objects that are seemingly toys but really objects for learning about life and the world around us.
(I caught her face right when she heard the word "Daddy". She lit up like a light beam.)
Sissy was not shy on the playground and held her own very well. She did not want to leave when we had to go meet up with Kathleen to make the switch with Big Brother but calmed when she saw there was a preschool playground she could explore.
I loved the way the teachers would creatively teach him about cleaning up but in a way that a two year old finds exciting. One teacher even showed him how she cleans up by putting the shapes on her head and letting them slide off into the box. (That made me want to do it!)
One excitedly piped up, "Wow Hunter! I see that when you threw that bear it went allllllll the way over here! Why don't you come over here to see how far it went and pick it up?" He unfortunately decided to throw all the rest of his 64 bears across the room sending plastic red, yellow, green, and blue teddies every where. I pulled him close and disciplined him in a whisper as not to embarrass him but to let him know that what he did was not OK. (Hence the reason this post has very few pictures of him in the classroom. I was distracted.)
The teachers once again handled it beautifully which told me that they had dealt with this type of behavior many, many times before and Hunter was going to be OK.
I know in my gut that he was frustrated because he lost all of his water by putting the bears into the cup. His 2 year old little mind just doesn't have the words to express his emotions so he acts out by throwing. Yes, the people pleasing side of me worries about the looks, comments and unsolicited advice I get sometimes but, the intuitive intellectual side of me knows. I know that I've done countless hours of reading and have a college diploma for early childhood education to show for it--I don't know that those other moms have.
Hunter is a bright, smart little boy with a deep desire to learn and an eagerness for education that exceeds most of the other kids around him. Although he challenges me on a daily basis, I love him to the core of my heart.
A few hours later, the minor mishaps were forgotten and we took the kids to our favorite local frozen yogurt spot to celebrate.
(This bad boy was over $10!)
(Which is why Daddy pumps the kids' bellies full of the "free taste tests.")
(That means more for the big people.)
Yep, we have a lot to celebrate. We have the smartest, cutest kids around and I don't care how boastful it sounds. I know its true.