The process of, socialization, first time in preschool, it’s, always, a BITCH, I tell ya, but, eventually, children will, adapt, and, start enjoying school, because of all the friends they’re, making, like this young lad had, translated…
It’s said, that as a young child started school, crying is, natural, and this lad we have here at home, who’s, full of emotion, was not, an, exception.
His first “call” came when we placed him in the second year of preschool as a test trial, that loud cry, it’d made the teachers from other classrooms come over, and told that he got too loud that it’d, affected their holding their classroom sessions, to the point, that the residents upstairs came down, and told that it’d, affected their lives. And, he’d cried, for, close to a month, before we’d, finally, decided, to pull him out.
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My son’s company has set up a preschool for the employees, and it’s, quite, famous too. Going to his last year of kindergarten, was my young grandson’s, last chance.
This was something major, and, everybody in the family came onboard the programs, grandpa drove, and, I’d given the rest of my families a play-by-play going on as we took him to school, and how he’d, started crying loud at the entrance of the school, my daughter-in-law was responsible for reporting the goings on after he’d entered through the gates of the school, while my son, stayed in his office, hearing our, reports.
We’d parked the car outside the school’s entrance, then, show’s ON! He was originally laughing, and talking incessantly in the car, then suddenly, he’d started, throwing that loud tantrum, started screaming: “I want to go home!” “NO SCHOOL!”, “School’s boring!”, the cries got loud, with his screams too, and, on the front and driver’s seats, our hearts were, breaking for him, and yet, my daughter-in-law set her mind up, and, followed through with “empathy without backing down”.
One day, he’d complained again, of how boring school was, and added, “there’s only the tiger, and the fox”, we’d started, giggling in the front seats then. I thought, that’s, too, outrageous! One day he’d cried, “I can’t leave you at home alone, mommy!”, my daughter-in-law empathized with him, “I know you don’t want to leave me”, he’d rebutted, “then, take me home!”, and, we’d gotten into the habits of, bidding farewell, a matter of life and death business. Sometimes, it’d lasted, for half an hour, and finally, he’d stopped crying, and entered into school, then, he saw a fellow student crying, and, he’d, started back up again.
a model child like this, is what we all want in our young children when they first started school…
And, what ended this, fiasco was, a teacher who is, full of, empathy. She took his hand, led him to the gates of school, and waved goodbye to his mom, then, took him to feed the rabbits, to divert his attention, to have him select the book of the story that the teacher is to read to the whole class; at noon when he refused to nap, the teacher had him help with the afternoon snacks, and, took him to her office for some snacking too, told him that it was a date she’s making with him…………and, it became, easier, and easier, for him, to get into school then. It’s just, that after a weekend, or a long holiday, everything is, a replay. He’d always come home happy, and promise that he won’t cry the next morn, and yet, history still, repeated itself, every single morn.
But with the crying bouts being, reduced little by little, “my classmates” took up, his vocabulary, and we’d no longer, felt our hearts aching for him as he cried, because we knew, that all of this, is a, process, a young boy’s, means of, socialization, of being, introduced, into, the social world.
And so, this, is normal, for all you parents to experience, heaven only KNOW how hard I’d cried when I started kindergarten at the age of four, refusing to go to class, throwing my temper tantrums, wanting to spend more time with my grandparents (yeah, and that was when I was way too young to know any better too!), and yet, just like this kid, I’d, adapted, just like every one of your children will too, it’s a process, and it is going to be hard at the very start, and, after a long weekend away from school, the process will start back, at, ground zero again, and, there’s, just NO way around it, you just have to, bear with it, until your child finally, adapts.