Mr. Pickle has been going to daycare two days a week for about 3 months now. This, with a month and a half in March-April and then back now in September. May through August were enjoyed together by the three of us doing so many fun things like this, visiting nana, nani, maasi, maali bhaiya, autorickshaws, cycle rickshaws, the building lift, five course breakfasts, tunnels on a choo choo train on a trip to Kasauli, M uncle and M aunty, our caretakers in the hills, nani's 'crying' car and so many people and fun things. Back here in August, I was dreading the return to daycare for him after the princely life he had been leading for four summer months. Initially for a few days he wouldn't leave me and I would be in a dilemma since I was sure leaving him at school would mean that I would have to walk back to the car without my Tshirt, he clung on to it that tightly. Then he slowly walked holding my hand in the first door and then walked right out. We then proceeded to walking through both doors and lying down on the floor refusing to go inside the classroom. Needless to say we've been though tough times with me wanting to spend all day with him at daycare. Besides the obvious reasons, it is the most fun place to be and I love his teacher. Plus to get to hang out with six adorable kids who magically get the best table manners at meal times!!
So today he jumped off his car seat on his own after I had unbuckled him, kissed the stuffed doggie bye, walked right in both doors with me thinking he would melt down any minute, went into the classroom, found a little froggie and decided to look for a dump truck to put it in. After that, I pretty became invisible to him and he was on his own. I was hugely relieved coz his meltdowns have me moping for hours, for the better part of the day. Then I was swelling with pride.
Now I am wondering whether my baby has really grown up into a little boy in the past 4 days since he went to school last. Thats the argument we had been giving him to wean him off. This morning, he wrestled past me for 'mamma dudu' and after a few seconds said 'naathing. mamma dudu its gone.' I should've then seen it coming.
I am moping again. But am so relieved of no more backaches feeding him, his earnestness to sit on the 'pot potty' and now this cool demeanour at school. Its pouring outside and I am sending out my thanks to the rain gods.
Overheard at our dinner table last night: "Miguel, baby book kahaan hai? Aa jao." Miguel is my friend visiting us from Mexico and funnily, though Pickle always picks the right language with people (let us be reminded he is trilingual at the very least), he was talking to my friend in Hindi who was very amused. Morning came and when he cdn't see Miguel around, he decidedly said 'Mamma, Miguel doing poo poo.'
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that's such a heart-warming post. My son took to montessori like a fish to the waters and then a month later he had meltdowns that had me sobbing for most of the day. It's such pride to see them saunter off, bravely, into a world they've just started to understand :) They want to be 'big boys' so soon - and though I kind of like the fact that it makes things easier - I wish I could hold back this time.
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