He pulled away from me, and snuggling elmo under one arm, ran to the vehicles lined up along the far wall of the classroom. That was it. I stood there slack jawed with tears brewing. The teacher mouthed to me. “This is good. Just go.”
I started to cry.
I was a g about it tho…I just let sniffles out before I got to the car and ruined my makeup.
“Not sure if I can handle this. I’m quitting today.” I thought.
I get to work and immediately go online to watch his classroom. He’s playing. A boy took a truck from him. I wanted to beat that kid up. Rohan just looked at him and went and got a different truck. Is my kid really that peaceful? If I take a toy away, histrionics ensue. Hmmm…
He played, sat down for story time, sat down for meals and snacks, circle time, etc. He was well behaved….
Until I saw him run duck dip and dodge his teachers when nap time came. They finally tamed the toddler beast and got him to sleep.
I watched his classroom feeds all day long. I got not one single thing done at work.
When I walked into his classroom to pick him up he ran to me, full sprint, with the hugest smile!
I manned up and refused to cry…. until I got to the car.
“Mommy, stop crying right now!” my lil dictator yelled from the back seat.
So I did.