Friday, June 20, 2014

Daycare: A Traumatic Event

This week my son started daycare.  If you are a parent, then you recognize this as a traumatic event.  If you aren't a parent you may not think this is a big deal. And I didn't think it would be either, but I was wrong.

See, from the time my maternity leave was over my parents have been keeping my son everyday.  Before you say it, I know, believe me I do, how lucky, blessed, completely fortunate we are that we have this option.  And it's even more so for me, because I wake up, get myself ready and am out the door before my two men have even rolled over.  Yep, that's right, my husband is the one who drops my son off at my parents.  And for people fretting because you haven't had kids in your 20s or think you hear your clock ticking there can be a benefit to having kids when you are in your 30s and living close to grandparents- they are retired and take care of the kids! (Thanks Mama and Daddy) ;-)  But I digress...

So recently as in about 2 months ago, my husband became an Associate Pastor at a new church (for us) that has a daycare.  And this brought up the wonderful possibility of Bug attending Daycare.  So collectively as in me, hubby and my parents decided that it would be good for Bug to go to daycare a couple of days a week.  It's a win, win.  Gives my mom a couple of days off for appointments and to run errands without having to plan around my dad's schedule.  The daycare is in the same building as my husband, which rests my mind at ease.  And Bug gets to learn Bible verses, letters, numbers, and he gets to develop socialization skills. And at this point you are thinking so why is this traumatic?

Well, because the first day my husband took him, but for the past two days, I've taken him.  And it is the hardest thing in the world to walk away from your crying child.  Not to mention that he wasn't used to getting up that early so he was not excited about that.  Thus far Sundays have been my only experience with getting the two of us ready on an early morning time schedule but that's no 6 AM and we usually eat breakfast there...  The first day, I could hear him screaming all the way down the hall- I barely made it out of the building before I started crying.  And I cried for at least ten minutes.  I know that he quit crying long before I did and basically 1 minute after I left he was playing and laughing. So this traumatic event is all mine!  He has been fine.  He has eaten his food and he's even taken naps well- which has been a struggle for me and mom in the past.  Well except that yesterday apparently he woke up first and looked around the room at everyone else still sleeping, then proceeded to stand up and start jabbering away waking everyone else up!  Yep that's our son, if he isn't asleep, no one can be asleep!

Overall, the teachers say he's done wonderful and has adjusted well...  hopefully, I'll recover from this traumatic event soon! Of course then before I know it, it will be time for Kindergarten... Oh my mommy heart.

How about you?  Have you experienced any "traumatic events" like this?


Please tell me I'm not the only one who cried after dropping my son off at daycare, has anyone else?



Hope you all have a fabulous weekend! 



Love in Christ,


Alyson








*Picture was edited on picmonkey.com.



2 comments:

  1. As a former daycare worker I'll agree and say it is so much more difficult for the parent than the child. He cries for approximately 90 seconds, is handed some crayons or meets a new friend and promptly forgets what he was crying about. However, the joy on their faces when you walk into the room at the end of the day is wonderful to see! They learn so much at places like these. I'm excited for this new journey for Bug.
    P.S. I like the name Bug.

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  2. I absolutely LOVE seeing his excitement at seeing me! Was thinking of doing a follow-up post about it! Thanks so much for your comment!

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