Friday, August 26, 2011

Kissing Hand

So, yesterday was officially a very hard day for my PreK JG.  His teachers say he is the youngest in the class, and having the hardest time being away from his mama.  My office is literally steps away from him classroom, and he has spent 3 years at work with me.  I thought this would make the transition easier, but I was wrong.  His teacher sent home a book called the "Kissing Hand" yesterday and we read it last night.  It is really cute and about a Raccoon who misses his mama when he goes to school.  Did it help??  Not this morning.  As the teacher had to pry my screaming "help me mama" child off of me, it made me incredibly sad.  If I didnt know that he was in the best hands he could possibly be in I would be more worried.  But one of the teachers has a daughter in my youth group, and the other has been a K teacher for 18 years and I have heard several people say she has never raised her voice at any child.
As we prayed the Hail Mary on the way to school, as I tried to reassure my little buddy that tomorrow he didnt have to go to school.  I just pray this all passes, because it is making the mornings from the time he gets up to the time I take him to his classroom, miserable for both of us.  Teacher also told us to send a picture of me and John for him.  JG picked out a picture from out wedding that he likes and took it with him today.  Please please please pray for my little love bug, it makes me so sad he is so upset.
I feel like a bad mom today, because I made my kid go to school when he was so upset.  But it will never get better if he doesnt see he will be ok.......better when he is 3 than in jr. high, like his mama??

Blessed Mother Theresa, today is your birthday! Please pray for my little boy!

1 comment:

  1. I taught preschool for a while and your JG reminds me of a very sweet boy that I taught. It was also his first time being away from mommy and there were lots of tears the first week. By the end of the second week there were less tears, but he was still a bit reluctant to join the class in activities and stayed by my side. By week three he had made friends and there were no more tears at morning drop off. Sorry this was long! Just wanted to say that it will get better. Hang in there, I know it's tough!

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