Ok, so today is Will's second day of preschool. I don't want crying.... I am not looking for tears... but this time I think he is going a little too far.
Day one, he didn't cry. He was a trooper and just waved goodbye and had a hint of fear in his eyes as I walked out of the room. I liked that. Just enough attachment to make me feel secure in my mothering, but not enough to rip the heart out of my chest as I disentangled a screaming mass of boy from my leg. Today... I think I could have used a little more attachment anxiety. We pull into the parking lot and into a space and I start to get out and he says "Mom, you don't have to walk me in. You stay here and I'll run in by myself." Italicized portions denote total "duh mom" whining tone that I thought showed up closer to third grade than three years old.
He is three years old and already embarrassed by me??!?!?!?! I am not there in a robe and curlers for God sakes. Not walking in with a naked baby on my hip and a Marlboro Red hanging from my lips. What did I do wrong?!?! He didn't even know it was play-doh day yet. I explained that it was a rule that parents take the kid all the way into the classroom so he begrudgingly let me tag along. When we hit the room and he saw the play-doh out, I am pretty sure he forgot my name altogether. I think he muttered bye as I walked out, but that tcould have just been Miss M trying to mimic his voice to make me feel better. I am hoping that a trail mix snack I just bought may remind him that I am almost as good as Miss M when I pick him up.
That's right... I am not above bribery.