
Today was Charlie's first day to attend Mother's Morning Out. We had to get up a little earlier than usual but Charlie popped right up and was ready to start his day. Me, not so much. I knew this day was going to be bittersweet and boy, was I right. I played the excited mom that went on and on about going to school. Charlie immediately started saying "skoo". He ate his usual Cheerios and bananas and I got him dressed. We round everything up and head to the car. I had already lost it once this morning as Daniel was leaving to go to work and we talked a little about his first day. I was a little teary-eyed going to the car. I did take a few pics before we left. Can't do this without pics, right? I did well on the car ride there. Charlie kept me occupied by pointing out every school bus or motorcycle we passed. I pulled into the parking lot and had to take a moment for myself before I unloaded my little boy. This was tough. They have the kids meet in the fellowship hall until everyone is there and then they go to the classroom. Charlie walked in like he owned the place until his teacher approached him. He planted his feet at this point and wouldn't budge. She was just welcoming him and was trying to get him to sit in a chair. I hung around just so he could get a little more comfortable with his surroundings and the people (or this was what I kept telling myself). I knew the time would come for me to leave and I was not looking forward to it and wasn't prepared at all for the emotions that flooded me.
His teacher, Carla, brought in some blocks for them to play with on the table and I knew this was my best opportunity to leave. I got a hug and a kiss from Charlie. He knew something was up at this point and started saying, "ba ba? ba ba?" (I'm baba, not mama for those not so familiar). I told him I would be back in a little while and the crying began...for both of us. I gave him one last hug, set him in his chair and walked out. I so wanted to turn around and wave goodbye or blow him kisses but I was a mess and didn't want him to see me upset. I should have stood outside the door to see how long he cried and to check on him instead of feeling like I did a "drop and run" but I was balling my eyes out and didn't particularly want everyone else to see that so I headed straight for the car. I debated on going back up to the door to listen and to check on him but I didn't want to look like the overprotective mom. Yes, I realize I'm not the only one and they understand but still. I wanted to be the strong one and was doing a terrible job at it.
I sat in the car for about 20 minutes. This was spent watching the door, thinking about my little boy crying his eyes out, talking with Daniel on the phone, and crying my eyes out. I did this because they had told us that after about 30 minutes if he was still having a meltdown that they would call and have us come in. We live about 30 minutes from the school so I didn't want to be all the way back in Kennesaw and get a call.
I watched them close the door to the fellowship hall...it was done. Charlie was inside and I really needed to go on about my day and just deal with it. I left the parking lot and headed to a friend of mine's house and balled almost the whole way there. I had been advised by many people to have something to do the first day and to not go home. My friend, Emily, is on bedrest so it helped both of us...she got some company and I had someone to lean on. I took supplies for us to make cards to send to members of our church and this was good because it kept me busy. I enjoyed spending this time with her. I learn more and more about her each time and I love that.
Charlie's pickup time is between 11:45 and 12:00. I was there at 11:45 waiting on him. :) The kids hadn't even come out of their classrooms yet. I waited a few minutes and here they come. Charlie was the first one out holding the hand of one of his teachers, Robin. It was just such a heart-wrenching moment when he spotted me. "BABA! BABA!" as he points his finger at me. He is tugging on his teacher to get to me. His expression is one I will never forget. He walks over to me with his teacher in tow and his bag hanging on his back. It is bumping the back of his calves as he walks and I just got tickled at this sight. I guess I need to shorten the strings. He doesn't really care to give me any lovin. He's just content since baba is there. I did get a hug out of him and it was such a good one. The report I got from his teacher was that he cried a little while but had a good day. She said they had a hard time getting him off the playground. Surprise. Surprise.
His teacher, Carla, brought in some blocks for them to play with on the table and I knew this was my best opportunity to leave. I got a hug and a kiss from Charlie. He knew something was up at this point and started saying, "ba ba? ba ba?" (I'm baba, not mama for those not so familiar). I told him I would be back in a little while and the crying began...for both of us. I gave him one last hug, set him in his chair and walked out. I so wanted to turn around and wave goodbye or blow him kisses but I was a mess and didn't want him to see me upset. I should have stood outside the door to see how long he cried and to check on him instead of feeling like I did a "drop and run" but I was balling my eyes out and didn't particularly want everyone else to see that so I headed straight for the car. I debated on going back up to the door to listen and to check on him but I didn't want to look like the overprotective mom. Yes, I realize I'm not the only one and they understand but still. I wanted to be the strong one and was doing a terrible job at it.
I sat in the car for about 20 minutes. This was spent watching the door, thinking about my little boy crying his eyes out, talking with Daniel on the phone, and crying my eyes out. I did this because they had told us that after about 30 minutes if he was still having a meltdown that they would call and have us come in. We live about 30 minutes from the school so I didn't want to be all the way back in Kennesaw and get a call.
I watched them close the door to the fellowship hall...it was done. Charlie was inside and I really needed to go on about my day and just deal with it. I left the parking lot and headed to a friend of mine's house and balled almost the whole way there. I had been advised by many people to have something to do the first day and to not go home. My friend, Emily, is on bedrest so it helped both of us...she got some company and I had someone to lean on. I took supplies for us to make cards to send to members of our church and this was good because it kept me busy. I enjoyed spending this time with her. I learn more and more about her each time and I love that.
Charlie's pickup time is between 11:45 and 12:00. I was there at 11:45 waiting on him. :) The kids hadn't even come out of their classrooms yet. I waited a few minutes and here they come. Charlie was the first one out holding the hand of one of his teachers, Robin. It was just such a heart-wrenching moment when he spotted me. "BABA! BABA!" as he points his finger at me. He is tugging on his teacher to get to me. His expression is one I will never forget. He walks over to me with his teacher in tow and his bag hanging on his back. It is bumping the back of his calves as he walks and I just got tickled at this sight. I guess I need to shorten the strings. He doesn't really care to give me any lovin. He's just content since baba is there. I did get a hug out of him and it was such a good one. The report I got from his teacher was that he cried a little while but had a good day. She said they had a hard time getting him off the playground. Surprise. Surprise.
Charlie heard the phrase "let's go" so that was his mission. He got in the car and started saying "Bye, school." I took a little video when we got in the car...
So, we survived. I dealt with him being upset about me leaving. I've gotten used to that leaving him for Sunday School. What I'm having trouble with is that this is something that I don't get to experience with him. I've never had a moment without him except for SS and a babysitter. I've gotten to see the joy as he learns new things and experiences new things. I've gotten to see him do everything...until now. That's so hard for me. That's been my hesitation with anything like this because I can't do it with him. I love the fact that he's going to be learning so many new things and getting to know the other kids, etc. but it's without me. I want to see all of that. It sounds so selfish, doesn't it? I'm trying to cut that string and let him go on his own some but I definitely don't like it.
So, we survived. I dealt with him being upset about me leaving. I've gotten used to that leaving him for Sunday School. What I'm having trouble with is that this is something that I don't get to experience with him. I've never had a moment without him except for SS and a babysitter. I've gotten to see the joy as he learns new things and experiences new things. I've gotten to see him do everything...until now. That's so hard for me. That's been my hesitation with anything like this because I can't do it with him. I love the fact that he's going to be learning so many new things and getting to know the other kids, etc. but it's without me. I want to see all of that. It sounds so selfish, doesn't it? I'm trying to cut that string and let him go on his own some but I definitely don't like it.






She also showed me a little trick to do with regular width shoes if you have the same problem with width as I do. Here is a pic tutorial for you:










