School started 2 weeks ago. I have so much to write about, so many emotions to sort out. I've started writing this post at least 3 times, maybe I'll finish it this time.
Both my boys are now in school full time. Both my boys are taking the bus. Both my boys are learning spanish. Most of me is relived, excited, and happy. But part of me is thinking "what now?". I've reached my short term goal with them and things are changing, what now? If I keep writing in this direction I'm going to have to move this over to my private journal so let's switch gears.
Robert was so excited to start his first day of school. He came bouncing down the stairs completely dressed in a school spirit shirt and his backpack on his back. He was raring to go when we waited an extra 15 minutes to get on a very late bus. I was so proud of my little man. By 11am the hot day, only spanish being spoken, and a whole hell of a lot of rules, Robert had completely changed his mind about school. "I don't like this school" "I want to go to Nico's school" "I don't understand what they are saying" etc.
So over the course of the next 5 days I listened to protests about school. I put on my brave mommy face and explained that school would get easier, that school is his obligation just like daddy has work obligations, that he needs to reach out and make new friends, and that I love him very much. None of that seemed to work.
And on the 6th day of school (also his older brothers birthday) he had a totally and complete meltdown. Sobbing and clinging and pulling at every heart string I have. I had run out of great mommy tricks and at my wits end too. I bargained that if he was brave for 3 consecutive days he could go to Toys R Us for a toy. And that was that. Thank you God for that bit of wisdom.
Both my boys are now in school full time. Both my boys are taking the bus. Both my boys are learning spanish. Most of me is relived, excited, and happy. But part of me is thinking "what now?". I've reached my short term goal with them and things are changing, what now? If I keep writing in this direction I'm going to have to move this over to my private journal so let's switch gears.
Robert was so excited to start his first day of school. He came bouncing down the stairs completely dressed in a school spirit shirt and his backpack on his back. He was raring to go when we waited an extra 15 minutes to get on a very late bus. I was so proud of my little man. By 11am the hot day, only spanish being spoken, and a whole hell of a lot of rules, Robert had completely changed his mind about school. "I don't like this school" "I want to go to Nico's school" "I don't understand what they are saying" etc.
So over the course of the next 5 days I listened to protests about school. I put on my brave mommy face and explained that school would get easier, that school is his obligation just like daddy has work obligations, that he needs to reach out and make new friends, and that I love him very much. None of that seemed to work.
And on the 6th day of school (also his older brothers birthday) he had a totally and complete meltdown. Sobbing and clinging and pulling at every heart string I have. I had run out of great mommy tricks and at my wits end too. I bargained that if he was brave for 3 consecutive days he could go to Toys R Us for a toy. And that was that. Thank you God for that bit of wisdom.
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Thanks for writing this.
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