Not so little Whee
Today is the first day that I leave little Anerklette at a class by herself. It is with the wonderful Miss D (and Miss A subbing today) whom little Whee adores.
As expected, our girl looked forward to the class, asked me as soon as she woke she up when we could leave and kept talking about what she would do there. That is: dance, play, wiggle her bum and sing. She was taking it all in her stride with only a little bit of nervousness as we waited in the hallway for the door to open. There were lots of people in the hallway, what with parents and younger siblings all there as well, so she stuck pretty close to my leg. As soon as Miss D opened the door though she walked straight in and chatted with Miss A.
My plan was to leave as soon as Anerklette's things were packed in her cubby but I had to fill in a medical form that the internet registration doesn't provide and when I looked around my little Whee was sitting alone on a chair looking lost. As big as she is getting she is still baby girl and I wanted to grab the other kids and point out to them what a special person they have in their midst, a funny, caring, creative, adorable girl who will be a true friend and a great playmate. Why couldn't the other 3 - 4 y.o.'s see that????
Anerklette came over and asked me if she could play with the baby doll in a subdued way and I told her that she could play with any of the toys and games. I helped her on with a blue princess blouse, pointed out where the blue shoes were that she asked for and then one last hug and I was out the door.
In the hallway a mother whom I'd met in earlier Pooh Bears classes was looking as brochures on the table with her youngest and we chatted for a few minutes. It was good to catch up but our minds were both on our girls in the classroom, prolonging the departure in case we were needed in a hurry.
Miss D came out of the room needing to cut up some board on the office guillotine and I felt like I'd been caught out as a hovering mother so I walked to the office with her and on to the carpark.
Here I am, alone in the house and nowhere to be for another hour. There are so many things I could be doing without little helping hands to assist but today I would like to enjoy some 'Me' time (er, after updating my blog of course). Next week I can do some volunteering at the school library maybe or vacuum the floors or get a load of dishes done. But that's next week.
As expected, our girl looked forward to the class, asked me as soon as she woke she up when we could leave and kept talking about what she would do there. That is: dance, play, wiggle her bum and sing. She was taking it all in her stride with only a little bit of nervousness as we waited in the hallway for the door to open. There were lots of people in the hallway, what with parents and younger siblings all there as well, so she stuck pretty close to my leg. As soon as Miss D opened the door though she walked straight in and chatted with Miss A.
My plan was to leave as soon as Anerklette's things were packed in her cubby but I had to fill in a medical form that the internet registration doesn't provide and when I looked around my little Whee was sitting alone on a chair looking lost. As big as she is getting she is still baby girl and I wanted to grab the other kids and point out to them what a special person they have in their midst, a funny, caring, creative, adorable girl who will be a true friend and a great playmate. Why couldn't the other 3 - 4 y.o.'s see that????
Anerklette came over and asked me if she could play with the baby doll in a subdued way and I told her that she could play with any of the toys and games. I helped her on with a blue princess blouse, pointed out where the blue shoes were that she asked for and then one last hug and I was out the door.
In the hallway a mother whom I'd met in earlier Pooh Bears classes was looking as brochures on the table with her youngest and we chatted for a few minutes. It was good to catch up but our minds were both on our girls in the classroom, prolonging the departure in case we were needed in a hurry.
Miss D came out of the room needing to cut up some board on the office guillotine and I felt like I'd been caught out as a hovering mother so I walked to the office with her and on to the carpark.
Here I am, alone in the house and nowhere to be for another hour. There are so many things I could be doing without little helping hands to assist but today I would like to enjoy some 'Me' time (er, after updating my blog of course). Next week I can do some volunteering at the school library maybe or vacuum the floors or get a load of dishes done. But that's next week.