Zaya loves school so far. He only attends from 8:30 to 11:30, but that seems to be enough because he just acts a little more tired these days, and is a little easier to startle and upset. He's still our easy-going Zay so far, but we'll see what happens as the weeks turn to months and then years.
We've already had a few issues to deal with, actually. One day when I picked him up Zaya told me, "I got punched in the face at recess today!" He sounded proud in typical little boy fashion. My natural mother's response, of course, was, "What did you do to make him want to hit you?"
When I finally got the whole story out of him it turned out to be little more than that bare fact. One of the other kids in his class had just walked up to him and hit him in the mouth. He told me how the teacher on duty hugged him and talked to him, and I made a mental note to give his teacher a call later in the afternoon. She beat me to it, though, and called to check on Zaya and make sure he was really all right. He was just fine, and seems to have completely forgotten about it already.
I find myself being relieved, actually, rather than angry at the other little guy. I'm just so glad it wasn't my kid who was the bully in that encounter. I can comfort and help him through his hurt a lot better than I would be able to deal with him as an aggressor. I hope that he stays reasonably passive, but I realize that might be a dream.
Today he played at Recess with another little boy who we'll call Thomas. Thomas is obsessed with trains (hence his blog name) and it sounds like he and Zaya were made for each other. When I asked him he said, "I played with Thomas today. I was super-powerful Spikit!" (Spikit and Stickrit are his new entirely imaginary friends.)I asked him who Thomas was and he said, "Well, I don't remember his name, but he was a kind of steam engine." Fair enough.
He also told me the other day that he and Thomas "chased away the bad kids". I'm not sure what that all entailed, but it sounds ominous. I'm glad he's found a friend, and I'm trying not to be everyone's nightmare mommy as I worry about my little boy and his social and intellectual development.
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I can always tell when the kids are going through growth spurts--they'll eat like crazy and will sleep long and hard. THen the boys will sometimes complain of their joints hurting and I can only guess that it's growing pains. I guess I'd hurt too if I was growing like that.
my daughter always gets really sleepy and sleeps hard if she is going through a growth spurt
p.s. glad to hear he is enjoying school and his new friend :)
Well, I'm glad Zaya's teacher is on the ball about getting in touch with parents, that's half the battle.
Spikit and Stickrit. Twins?
I never will forget when my 11-year-old was in preschool. He was about 3 and was in a phase where he didn't want me to leave. One day, as I quietly left the room, I turned my head to see another boy pushing my son to the ground. I bolted over and gave that boy a good chewing out and then quietly tried to compose myself and figure out why a teacher wasn't where she should be. I was shaking. My son now is strong and confident -- not a bully and not a wimp.
So many hurdles for moms to overcome as the kiddos grow up! Just when you think you've figured out what they need, they grow up a little more. (Can you tell I'm dealing with this right now? No bullies or anything like that, just my little baby growing up!)
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