Week three of school was greeted and entered into with baited breath. I am happy to report that things are settling - he is settling. We have had no tears at all this week.He murmured one weak protest late Sunday night, but I was able to smother the worries before they engulfed into a raging inferno.
Monday morning: we walked to school without the chase shenanigans of previous weeks, and I managed to calmly have him seated, crossed-legged on the carpet with the other kids, without getting out the straight jacket or tranquilisers; although it is possible the teacher was wearing shin guards, just in case.
Today was a definate win; the first time he admitted to having a "good day". I am quietly relieved, but am not yet willing to stay any longer in his classroom, than is minimally required - that means brisk drop off and pick up only. Perhaps in term two, when Missy Mopps is at Kindy four days a week, I will feel that things are calm enough for me to volunteer for his class reading.
Thanks to all who offered advice, reassurance that "it gets better" and personal anecdotes - they were all required. Apologies to all I neglected while my head quietly exploded last week, I will get back to you in the next day or so.
3 comments:
That is such good news! Of course, the knowledge that it may go skewiff again is now tempered with the fact that it CAN go well.
I am so glad that he also now has an "okay" day to hold in his memory and move forward with.
great news! :)
Good stuff. One day you'll look back on all this and laugh.. with relief. What do you call it when all the stars are in alignment - against you? I'm glad things are looking up, and I'm sure they'll get better and better as he gets used to the whole new experience.
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