Robby is flourishing in school. Each day I pick him up and he proudly shows me the new words that have been added to his vocabulary ring. I am amazed at how much he has learned in just six weeks!
taken awhile and more than a few growing pains, but we are both
acclimating to our new schedule. I still miss him while he's away, but I
have to admit that the hours between dropping him off and when I pick
him up pass quickly. It's been nice being able to work in a quiet house.
I get so much more accomplished when I'm not constantly interrupted for
a snack, a cartoon or to play Legos.
Slowly the morning "I
don't want to go to school" dramatics have faded. It took me several
weeks to realize that the treats I was making to surprise him when he
got home from school were causing much of his angst. Robby loves baking
me with me. Instead of seeing cookies and cupcakes on the counter as a
special treat, he was seeing that I was baking and having fun without
him. As soon as I promised that I do nothing fun while he is at school
and explained that all I do is work, the going to school hysterics
In fact, he is adjusting so well to school that I am
having trouble transitioning to the emerging "big boy" mentality.
Yesterday, when I dropped him off in his classroom, Robby pulled away
when I tried to kiss him goodbye. Instead of our usual embrace, he
pulled me into the corner and asked me to not kiss him in front of his
I'm not too proud to admit that his request left me
feeling deflated. I drove home and fought back tears as I tried to grasp
that my little boy is growing up. I realize that it is normal and
expected that he will separate from me. That being said, I don't have to
be happy about it!