First Day of School (My hardest day as a mom)
I joined Tales from the Nursery and iNeed a Playdate for a new weekly feature, writing prompts. I am new to this, but really like the idea. Each week there is a theme, and a few choices to get the ball rolling. You write about the theme and share it with all the others who choose to join.
This week’s word: Hard
Hardest day as a mom.
Hardest thing about blogging.
Hardest class you ever took.
I picked to share about my hardest day as a mom otherwise called “My Son’s The First Day of School”.
I know you are thinking..everyone has a hard time the first day their child goes to school. Mine was a little different.
My son was a very late talker. He did not speak until he was 2 1/2 years old (and has not stopped talking ever since!), and we were in First Steps (Developmental/Speech/Occupational therapies every week) but he was turning 3 and then you are part of the school corporation.
He had to go to Developmental Preschool to continue to get his therapies. This was 2 weeks after he turned 3 years old, and he had to ride a bus there. It was only 5 minutes away, but the teachers found it was an easier separation if they came to school instead of being dropped off.
So here he was going to school for a couple hours a day, three days a week with hardly any speech and never been away from home.
I threw up every day for 2 weeks!! New things are very stressful to me, and he is the same way. I just try to bottle mine up so he doesn’t see it and make him more nervous. School was a very hard transition for him..crying pretty much the entire time he was at school.
It was scary for us both. He was in such a new environment without his “translator”, and I had to let go of my control and hand it to someone else.
We made it through the year, and the next year things were much better. He went to Developmental/General Ed Kindergartens, and then to General Ed First and Second grades. He is now in Third grade and no longer in Speech Class (as of last year), and each year behavior is getting better and better.
So now I no longer throw up when he goes to school, and he no longer cries all day when he is there! It’s progress!