See this little girl…
I love her madly. But sometimes she makes me cry.
Like yesterday, when we visited her new kindergarten. It was just a chance to see the classrooms, do a little art and meet the teachers. Except Dylan must have heard, “Walk over burning coals with your bare feet and then never have chocolate icing again” because there was NO WAY she was going in.
I had to drag her into the car kicking and screaming. The kind of kicking and screaming where you look around, afraid someone will think you are abusing your child.
Once we got to the school, she wouldn’t budge from the minivan. Like her, I also love the pimped out minivan ride, but she couldn’t stay in there all day.
Her adorable friend Tyler came out with his mom to try to lure her into the building.
A very nice woman from the school office gave it a try too.
And a Kindergarten teacher.
Dylan was not swayed by this parade of loving people.
By that time, I had started crying. Because I hate seeing my daughter so scared and upset. And I was so crazy frustrated. Everyone told me to come back another day. But I knew another day would be just like this one, except Dylan would be even more anxious.
I had to come up with a way to get her in that building. She was unimpressed with my offers of extra TV, a trip to the toy store or ice cream. I even threw in a college education as a reward for her bravery. The answer was still no.
I dug deep into my parental resources.
“Honey, I have to go to the bathroom. Really badly. And I can’t leave you in the car. So will you please come with me to the bathroom?”
She must have some kind of compassion for my small bladder or the general plight of pregnant women because she reluctantly agreed.
After the bathroom, I convinced her to look at some of the art work on the walls. And ever so slowly, we inched our way toward the kindergarten rooms. By the time we got there, the visitation was over but she did peek her head into one of the classrooms to see some real duck eggs in an incubator.
It was a very good start. Next week we are supposed to return for a placement screening to figure out the best teacher and class for her. In my family, this is code for “We’re going back to show Summer those awesome duck eggs.”
If there is any good karma in the world, those eggs will have hatched into adorable soft baby ducklings.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you amazing mamas out there.