Well that completely sucked! School has been back in session for about a week and a half. Justice was really excited about starting kindergarten. The first couple of days when I dropped him off, I pitied the other mothers and fathers who's kids were clinging to them and crying. I actually thought "Oh, I am so glad that my kids never did that!" Justice was happy to be there, and that is just how the older kids seemed to feel about kindergarten too.
However after about day three, Justice started to wander just when he was going to be done with kindergarten. I think he thought it would be like the Thursday School that he had gone to: a couple of hours, one day a week.
Today I had to literally drag him out of the van and carry him kicking, screaming, and crying into the school. As we walked through the front door, he grabbed the door frame and held on for dear life, creating a traffic jam behind us, as Clayton trotted in happily about 10 paces ahead of us, holding Justice's backpack. My small three year old walking in by himself gave the duty teachers quite the poser. They weren't sure if he should be going to somebody's class, or what. He hardly looks old enough to go to kindergarten.
Once I got Justice into the building and caught up to Clayton, I just stood there in the hallway, trying to get him to calm down - to no avail- until his teacher came by with the rest of the class. Resigned to his fate, Justice walked down the hall in tears, hand in hand with his teacher. That was when I broke down into tears. I guess that's what I get for being so glad that my kids had all gone to school so happily!
3 days ago
3 comments:
Oh, so sorry. Hope it gets better for him. Have you talked with him about what is bothering him about school? I wish I had with my oldest when he was in Kindergarten. He never grabbed a door frame, but there were tears and some days he refused to get out of the car and actually go in. I thought it was just him being difficult (ADHD and all that fun stuff). I found out at the very end of the year from another mom that the teacher was often yelling at him (in front of all of the other students) until he would cry. Then she'd make him put his head down on his desk for crying. I wish I had switched him to a different teacher because I certainly thought about it a lot that year for various other reasons, but you know what they say about hindsight. Hugs to you and to Justice, too. I hope it gets easier for him soon.
bummer!
J
Maybe the title of this post should have been 'The Justice'
J
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