Tuesday, September 30, 2008
(Proof that I eventually got her the appropriate sized Dora backpack--- very hip amongst her peers... wouldn't want her going to school with anything less.)
Miss Rachelle suggested bringing something from home like a stuffed animal or doll to comfort the child if they get homesick or sad.
Sophia likes her dolls.
But not nearly as much as she likes being ANYWHERE but home. The second we get to school she chucks the doll and runs away from me as fast as possible. Three hours later, when I go to pick her up, she teases me by yelling, "you're home mommy.... you're home!!", and almost has me believing that she missed me. But then she just goes on playing, avoiding me as long as possible until I drag her to the car, always the last to go, and then drive her home listening to the sweet serenade of "I don't want to go home! I don't want to go home!" from the back seat.
So sometimes I count my blessings and think I have a wonderfully well-adjusted daughter who LOVES to be social and active.
And then sometimes I just wonder what exactly it is I'm doing wrong that makes her HATE being home and feel NO loneliness for me when we're apart. I think she went through a phase around 8 months where she didn't like me to leave the gym childcare..... Besides that, she pretty much never looks back. She loves the gym. Loves nursery. She's always trying to snuggle with her friend's mommies and says hi to EVERYONE who looks about her age at Ikea, Sea World etc.... she's a friendly girl. I've always said she was fearless. Not just because it's a mommy thing to say. I really think she's fearless. (Well except after I took her on Snow White at Disneyland, that freaked her out pretty good-- big mistake.)
So maybe I'll choose to believe it's a good thing. A strength of Sophia's, a sign of security and self confidence... and not an indicator of a completely unappealing home and mommy...
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sophia loves it, as I knew she would. She doesn't want to leave when I get there. She's around the corner, and her teacher is a good friend of mine that I know and trust, so I feel super safe. And like I said, she's around the corner. Could it get any easier for mama?!
So far, I'm in heaven. I miss her of course, and want to eat her up at lunch time, which is a good thing. Oh yeah, and the pictures.... I kept talking up school with a backpack, thought I'd get her one, and forgot. So when the morning came, she kept asking for her backpack. I explained to her that I forgot to get her a little-girl backpack, so she could wait 'till next time, or use Daddy's big backpack. She chose the latter. I don't have to tell you how cute she looked.