And then there were the many statements made by Max directly, "I don't want to go to preschool." "I don't want to go to school no matter how old I get." "I just want to stay with you forever."
And then as the first day hung ever nearer, "I'll go in 1000 hours!" "Why do I have to go?" "I'm never going to preschool."
The night before, when he found out he would go the next day. "Then I don't want to go to bed." (he thought if he didn't sleep, tomorrow would never come)
So finally, yesterday was his first day. I dragged him out of the house while he was crying. We had to walk two blocks. He cried the whole way. We picked up his friend. He still continued to cry. She hardly noticed Max in her happy bubble. When I dropped him off, other women were taking pictures for scrapbooks. In case you haven't noticed, I took no pictures of Max's red, splotchy face. He cried and cried. He wouldn't wear a nametag. I sat him down. He cried while holding on to me. I helped him write his name. He kept crying. I told him I was going to leave now. He cried harder and had his arms stretched out to me when I looked back at him from the door.
I walked out, thinking, "I'm free."
Lest you think I'm a horrible mother, (the jury is still out) when I went to pick Max up, he was smiling.
5 comments:
The similarities between Max and Buster are awesome.
sounds a lot like Becca. Actually I'm very happy for your freedom and I don't think you're a bad mother. I think you will go insane without some respite from the Max man. Thank heavens for preschool!
Tammy, I want to hear what Becca did!
Good Blog Mom, Max is CRAZY and that just about proved it!
I think you made some typos. Wherever it says "Max", I think it's supposed to say "Buster".
sharon, I think you are a great mom. Max will love you for this. He may not know it but this will help him on his road to independence. Not that he wants to be independent but in the long run it's a good thing. Besides you need your sanity. He'll survive.
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