The life of a toddler. What a crazy time. One of which I have no recollection, personally speaking. I mean, I know I was a toddler once, but I have no memories of that time. Do you? I find it fascinating to speak with people who have memories stemming that far back, but then again, I’ve blocked out huge chunks of my childhood, so.
I don’t have much to relate to, or reminisce about.
All I know is that this kindergarten thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Or the amazing, stupendously wonderful thing that I thought it would be for both Wyndham and us. Indeed there are/were other parents who were not so naive as me, those who have been down this road before.
Which, to all of you – where were you before Wyndham started school? Why was I led to believe that full-time school for a 3 year old would be this earth-shattering, magnificent thing? Oh that’s right – it’s because I’m selfish. I was all excited about the daycare we wouldn’t be paying for. (Obviously that wasn’t all I was excited about, I was also excited about our little guy starting school, the new friends and experiences he’d make and have, the awesome teacher he was getting…I was excited about all of that too!) We’ve had our highs and lows these past two weeks. Which usually I can handle, but it’s the lows that Wyndham is embracing and exhibiting with particular fervor and gusto. In that, holy-hell-I-might-tear-my-eyeballs-out-and-move-into-a-bottle-of-amarone-tonight ways. In the very least bite/scream into my arm in the bathroom.
Such apocalyptic panache! Such agility! He really has perfected the art of the meltdown as though it were a performance art, I’ll give him that. You know I feel empathy for my darling, young, vamp toddler. I really do. I also feel sorry for myself. And his dad. And his sister watching in bug-eyed wonder (or, you know, joining him in his brilliance just for kicks).
It’s got to be hard. Like take your world and turn it upside down hard; him starting school. I honestly can’t imagine what must be going on inside of his exhausted little brain and heart. It must be complicated, that much is clear. It’s all I can do to keep my patience, support him and love on him instead of joining the mad meltdown jamboree. Really it is. (I am, after all, NOT THREE). Maybe I suck, maybe I’m just human, but man alive, the past couple of weeks really taught me yet another tough lesson in parenting. That is to say – while my partner and I have been doing little jigs about how smoothly things seemed to be going, we got the wake-up call…
Kindergarten happened. There has been some good too. Good as in I can see something resembling less clenched-up fear of how the day is going to go in the (*insert undeterminable, dramatic amount of time here*), distance. I can see that this is just a stage and it’s going to get better, almost kind of good. The past couple of days, I’ve noticed a difference. I’ve jumped through hoops and gotten into a better groove. Call me the routine ninja – ain’t no one gonna mess with our routine right now. Below are my current love-hate euphemisms on kindergarten. Talk to me in a month, perhaps things will be different.
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