We have almost made it through the first month of preschool for Pickle. A couple of months ago I expressed my Preschool nervousness about him starting school.
I wasn’t sure how well he would adapt given his social anxiety issues. I wasn’t sure how he would react when he finally realized we are not staying with him. This is the first time, as a parent, I have had to do this. It is a learning experience that is for sure.
Before school officially started the school had an open house night. This is where we get to take our child, see the classroom, and meet the teacher. We felt it was an important step for Pickle to go to open house. We thought seeing the school and teacher beforehand, would make him a little more comfortable.
We get to the open house and immediately his teacher greeted us with a friendly smile, seemingly eager to meet her new students. Pickle, on the other hand, would rather hide behind us and not make eye contact with her.
He saw that there were toys, but he wouldn’t go play because the other kids, he didn’t know, were playing. He wanted me to squeeze in and try to play too. I knew that was not going to happen. He would not speak a syllable to his teacher, or anyone for that matter. He was simply anxious.
If this was any indication of how his first day would go, I was a little more nervous.
When we left open house he told me he was going to talk to his teacher and be brave on the first day of School. I told him I believed in him and that we would help him as best as we could.
It’s the first day of school! I wake him up, feed him breakfast, get him dressed, fixed his hair, and, of course, took an obligatory picture with his backpack. He was genuinely excited to be going. He kept talking about making new friends.
We walked to school and waited at the entrance. They have an X marked where the kids line up. He gave us hugs and went in line. No tears were shed, it was a mature moment for him. He was being brave and I could tell. I could tell he was nervous and a little lost. He didn’t realize how to stay in a line, while walking, to go inside. He quickly figured it out after a moments pause. He did so great! I was so proud of him, we all were!
Everyday I have been asking him how school was; what he did, if he made any friends, and what their names were. Now, I don’t know if there is some secret preschool club, but he would hardly tell me anything! He would say things like, “I don’t remember” or “I will ask next time.”
Before starting school Chris and I have talked about Pickle’s memory. I don’t know what can be expected at his age, but it was something we had seen him struggle with. One day, after school, I asked his teacher how he was doing. I was expecting to hear her say something about him being shy, but it was the total opposite.
She said he is interacting great, making friends, he is really good at following directions, and he is a joy to be around. In my mind, I was like, “are we talking about MY kid?” I asked her if he was talking to others and she let me know he didn’t have any problems talking to others.
It is so refreshing to hear that it is going so well for him! I was not expecting it to go either way, but prepared myself for the worse.
He is learning how to write his name. He loves practicing in his book everyday.
He was upset when he was sick and had to miss school. It is nice to see how eager he is to learn and be social. Though, he still isn’t social when we are around. He doesn’t talk to his friends while I am there. I have started thinking he is going to be the type of kid to hide things from me, which can be scary.
I am so proud of him for being brave. I know what it is like to force yourself through an anxious time. To be able to do that at 4 years old reassures me that he is going to be just fine.
Just for fun I added pictures of the activities he has done and hung up on our fridge.
Overall I am glad we did this. It is only going to help him be as successful as he can be and I am all for that, no matter what it takes.