Caiden has his first week of summer camp under his belt. It was every day from 9-12 at the Solana Beach Presbyterian Preschool -where he will be starting school two days a week in the fall. I really wasn't sure how this was going to go down. One part of me thought he might cry a little but another part thought he may be totally cool and just run off and start playing. Well I was right, all of those things happened. We had been prepping him all weekend and he was actually excited and not nervous to talk about it so I was optimistic. Well this week has been rough, here's the low-down:
Day 1: He was all smiles as we walked into school and even into the classroom. He immediately left my side and started playing {In hindsight that is when I probably should have left but I hadn't said goodbye or anything} When I was finished signing him in, talking to his teachers about his allergies and learning the ropes myself I went over to him and said goodbye and gave him a kiss. That's when it all went downhill. He kept asking me to stay and finally when one of the teachers said that it is best if I just left he melted down. Started yelling for me and trying to get to me but I was already out the door. I waited to shed a couple of tears myself until I was out of sight.
When I picked him up he was nicely sitting in a circle singing songs with his back to me. When his teacher told him I was here he got up really quick and turned around and I could see he wanted to start crying but I immediately diverted his attention to using the bathroom and he was all good.
Day 2: The drop off didn't seem as bad. He cried for a minute but after I left I kept peeking through the window and I could see he was very sad and just standing by the door waiting for me to come back. After 5 minutes I had to leave because Grace was melting down.
I arrived about 10 minutes early to pick him up. They were outside playing and so I was peeking through the window watching. The teacher had to tell him three times to get in line. He was so clueless where to go, he just kept walking around until he finally figured out to go to the end of the line. He has so much to learn! One thing that makes me feel better is that he's one of the youngest in the class. He's not even three yet and this is a three year old class. Some of these kids are almost a year older than him since he only makes the cutoff for this class by about a month.
His teacher said it was a bad day for him. She had to hold him a lot and he cried on and off and was asking for me for the first two hours. When he saw me he immediately started crying and running to me. Saddest.thing.ever. She said there were a few other kids that were having trouble that morning too and she thinks they were all just feeding off each other.
Day 3: Marc took him to school this morning. He said he screamed and cried and they had to pry him off of his leg in order to leave. Sounded like a miserable time, I'm so glad I didn't have to go through that again.
When I picked him up he immediately started crying when he saw me but stopped after a couple of seconds and was happy after that. I ask him all the time if he has some new friends and he always says, "Momma, you're my friend." {melts my heart every time}
Day 4: In the morning he kept telling us that he didn't want to go to school. That he'll go tomorrow. Silly boy, you're going tomorrow, too! He even started crying while eating breakfast because he didn't want to go. Check out this sad face. At this point I was contemplating letting him stay home with me because it just doesn't seem worth the anxiety at this age. But we powered through...
The only way to even get him in the car was telling him he could watch Mickey on the drive there. Marc took him again today. He said today was a little better than yesterday. He cried for a couple minutes then stopped. Marc peeked in a few minutes later and a teacher and a little girl were talking to him.
When I picked him up he didn't cry! He was close but I just smiled really, really big and he was ok. He did run and give me and Grace a big hug. He even answered yes this time when I asked if he had fun.
Day 5: He was a completely different boy. I dropped him off today and as we walked into the classroom door he barely hesitated, waved and said, "Bye, Mama!" All three teachers gave me this look of, 'Oh my, WOW! Now get out of here before he changes his mind'. haha. I was so proud walking back to the car.
When I picked him up today he was so happy, no crying, just very happy. Unfortunately he had two potty accidents and had to wear their clothes home. We started potty training about four days before school started. I was really nervous that he would have multiple accidents while he was there so I guess I can't complain of just one day of accidents.
He has one more week of summer camp -hopefully next week goes off without a hitch!