Preschool

This week was the first week of my youngest son going to preschool. While many of my friends asked me how I was handling it (for the record, I think my smile as I pushed him out the door to go to school was just as big as his was leaving), I was curious (apprehensive?) how his first day would go. He’s been at home with me and the three others children who I watch since he was 10 days old and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would miss being able to sit on my lap “all day” (his words, not mine. Okay, maybe mine and he learned it from me..)

Well, he got home and first thing I did was give him a big smile and ask him how his day was. He promptly answered “good”, at which point, I asked him if I could give him a hug, to which he just as promptly replied, “No thanks. Daddy hug.” This wording, of course, did not mean that he thought I should give his dad a hug, but rather he wanted to hug his dad and not me.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say there was a little part of me that was bummed he didn’t miss me more during the day. I’d also be lying if I didn’t think, “Well, glad to see that you had such a good day that everything is as it was before you left. Daddy is still the favorite, mommy is just someone who you sometimes allow to put you down to bed. So glad I carried you around for nine months so that daddy could be your favorite person.”

I have full most partial very little faith that someday I might become the favorite parent in his eyes. Of course, this may require a major role reversal in our household and dad can be the enforcer… (okay, seriously I’m laughing even at the thought of this…) Yeah.. no, looks like this is just going to be how it is for awhile. I guess I should just accept my role and perhaps refine my “evil laugh” and plot making skills (which will inevitable be foiled by the evil overlord speech, also known in the parenting world as lectures.) I just hope that someday they will appreciate my “evil” ways and accept me just like Luke did with his father. (Come on now, at least I didn’t try to eliminate my kids.. and yes, I did just make a Star Wars reference, so they should appreciate that as well!) 

 

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About J.Peterson

By day, I'm a mom of two boys (three if you count my husband) and a childcare provider. My adventures in parenting and the real world are primarily what this blog is about. My alternate ego, the one who is in my book(s), is a scythe bearing, magnificent shoe wearing, Soul Harvester by the name of Genesis. Though she knows nothing about parenting, her sarcasm rivals even my own. If you enjoy my blog, check her out on Amazon under the title of Death Inc. The life and Times of a Soul Harvester. http://www.amazon.com/Death-Reaper-Harvester-Incorporated-ebook/dp/B0060ZO82K/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_2_77ZB

2 responses to “Preschool”

  1. steverb511 says :

    > I have very little faith that someday I might
    > become the favorite parent in his eyes.

    On the battlefield a critically wounded soldier’s thoughts far more often than not go to mom. just not so much during the battlefield of growing up. Mom is usually the one who spends the most time with a child and, consequently, has to play the bad guy more often. It’s such a day-to-day thing that children take what mom does for granted (human psychology).

    As your boys get older, maybe in high school but more likely later, what you’ve done for them is going seep into their awareness and they are going to be very grateful. Being unappreciated and sometimes being played parent vs. parent by them is all part of the territory. It’s along term investment with the biggest rewards coming tears down the road. (I do miss my little people but I’m more than happy with them now as adults.)

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