So you guys, I started a Facebook Group for why am I yelling parents to have a place to go and strike up conversations, share ideas and all out vent if needed. My hope is that it can grow and be a place where we can learn from one another and feel comfortable to talk about anything under the sun. It’s a closed group, which means you have to be approved to join and you have to understand that it’s a non judgement zone. We’re all trying our hardest to do the best we can and none of us needs to have extra stress or judgement cast upon us. So please feel free to join us!
That being said, a topic of conversation came up today about dropping kids off at school or daycare and having to deal with the dreaded tantrum…oh how I hate those days! When my big kid was little, he cried for the first few weeks at daycare drop off like clock work. I cried like a baby the first day and eventually just tried to make the best of it until he figured out it was all going to be okay. He was 18 months old, he got it pretty quickly for his age. Fast forward to the last couple of years that the little one has been going to “school” and our experience is completely different. The little guy is a funny kid, he’s very dramatic and knows all of the buttons to push. Luckily, I don’t fall for his tricks very easily.
One of the moms in our FB group was lamenting about how difficult it is to drop off her child because he cries and lays on the ground and in turn makes her very upset, understandably. First of all, no parent wants their kid to be the one making the scene. It’s embarrassing and annoying (at least that’s what we think in our minds, but everyone goes through it in some way, shape or form). It shouldn’t be so hard!! When I find myself in a similar situation with my little guy, I try to diffuse it by changing the subject. Even though the tears rarely happen these days at drop off, they do tend to show up after he’s had a bit of a break from school, like a vacation. So before we go in, I usually start a conversation based on a topic I know he’ll want to talk about. We’ll talk about what to make for dinner, or about a movie we recently saw, or I’ll remind him about something funny he did with his brother. By engaging in a distracting conversation, he doesn’t have enough time to realize what’s happening and by the time he sees his friends in the classroom, he’s off and running to play. Works like a charm (most of the time). When we get home in the evenings, we sit together and he shows me the pictures school sends all the while telling me about the things he did and the fun he had. That’s when I can remind him that there’s no need to cry because look at all the fun he’s having! I know it’s not always that easy, there have also been the days where I leave him sobbing in the teacher’s arms while I run out the door! This is definitely a situation where you pick your battles. Hopefully diffusing it will work, but if not, you have to decide how long you’re going to try to deal with it all while having anxiety of your own. Trust me, you’ll dwell on it for far longer than your kids will!
#parenting, this shit is hard!