This sentence probably echoes in every parent or guardians heart for eons and eons to come.
It all comes with changes, requests, the word no, transitions, even something as simple as bed time. That moment you're just begging them to agree and they just have to know why. Right at this second.
Why am I going to daycare? Why do I have to leave you and be with these strangers? I am not happy about it.
Trust us, we know. We've heard and seen it all. We do not think they're terrible or unteachable. They just need some extra time, and we've got truckloads of patience to give it to them. Transitions are just hard. It's just a fact of this crazy thing called life. It's new, it's unknown, and unexplored. When adults have a change in their life, can we all honestly say we cope with it in the best way? I know I certainly can't. We've just been conditioned that we can't cry and let our emotions out and be in our feelings because "that's just not what grown ups do" (I'm gonna save THAT rant for another day. In summary, life is short, do what you feel, no matter what or who). So your kids are going to cry. They're going to fight you about not wearing socks, or which coloured pants goes with that shirt. Spoiler alert, it's never what you think)
So what's a parent, a teacher to do?
Option A: Cry in your tea, coffee, wine (no judgement here)
Option B: Apologize profusely to everyone in a 2 km radius of you?
Option C: Grin and bear it
Option D: All of the above
For me. It's an unlisted option. It's do what you think and feels best for you and your child. You know them best. I support you always.
Tell us what you've noticed what works to calm them, or get them excited about new situations. If I can include it in their day, I promise you, dollars to doughnuts I will do it. I will smile and bring my sense of oddity and humour to their day, throw a dance party, stickers. If they argue about socks, I'm okay with it. I also hate socks, I will wear my flats and sandals until there is snow on the ground. Throw some extra in their backpack. If they're in the mood, I'll throw them on those tiny stubborn feet.
Talk to them about daycare and preschool. Show them our instagram, show them books we read. Drive or walk by their school. Get excited about it. The more excited you are, the more excited they will be. I get the tears are hard and heartbreaking, but they fade fast. Also give them, and us time. It's a new situation and they have to have time to adapt, and everyone moves at their own pace. The more we get to know your child, the faster we can help them, just need the time.
It's Friday. Kick those feet up and dodge the Lego on the floor. For goodness sake, ALWAYS dodge the Lego on the floor.
Love, light, and peace all your way,
Mrs. Lauren
Disclaimer ***Don't worry, not trying to exclude Dad's or grandparents, whomever the superhero raising that tiny human is, I see you, I celebrate you, I support you. You're amazing.
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