The Big Goodbye

I shall post something brief and digestible today, as my last post was kind of, well, heavy. Hey, at least I can admit it. (Funnily enough, it drew comments anyway.)

Yesterday when we dropped the Older one off at daycare, we said goodbye as we always do, and another little boy, about 18 months old, who was still in his first week at daycare, started crying. Apparently "goodbye" is a traumatic experience. I sort of wanted to hug the little guy and tell him it was alright, and that I'd be coming back later (though not for him). It served to bring two things to our minds: that the Older one is doing so much better these days when it comes to being at daycare, and that soon enough the Younger one will be going through the daycare routine, crying when we leave and all that. It's sad at first, but you really grow to love seeing their independence and knowing how much they love it there.

Today I dropped him off again (this time solo), and helped him get his jacket and boots off, and his shoes on. He was in a bit of a funk, as the process of leaving the house involved Putting Away the Garbage Truck. Nevertheless, we had a good trip to daycare and spotted many a bus along the way. So, after boot removal and shoe installation, he took a spin around my legs a few times while I chatted with one of the daycare workers and received an information packet for all parents. Apparently the conversation went on a little long, because he not-so-casually pushed me to the door, made an about-face, and trotted off to play. That could be the epitome of "I'm really OK with daycare, Dad...you run along now."

Posted bythemikestand at 10:06 AM  

5 stepped up to the mike:

Sassy said... 10:41 AM, January 26, 2006  

oh, well that is just heartbreaking!! I will be worse than the kids when I finally have children and have to drop them off somewhere!!

Jessica said... 11:11 AM, January 26, 2006  

This reminds me of when my son (now 15) started kindergarten....

We were instructed to take the kids to the gym where classes were divided into circles on the gym floor. We found his group but the teacher had stepped away briefly. As my son joined the other kids, I decided I would wait with him until the teacher returned - he tolerated this for all of one minute when he looked up at me and said, "Ummm...you can go now."

Talk about bawling as I walked to my car!

sween said... 11:24 AM, January 26, 2006  

All I have to say to this is:

Having kids makes blogging SO easy.

themikestand said... 1:09 PM, January 26, 2006  

sween, that's why people have multiple children -- because they exhaust all their ideas on the first one and need new blogspiration. (yes, i'm trying to coin that word if it's not already been done)

SassyK said... 12:07 PM, January 27, 2006  

Ah kids - makes me think how completely oblivious I was as a child. You break your parents hearts ALL the time without even realising; then yours is broken by your kids.

It's only fair I suppose.

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