Yesterday when Lucy’s school bus drove up she ran over to it yelling, “my bus! my bus!” completely full of glee. She marched up those huge bus steps all by herself, turned around to me and said, “bye, Mom” with a huge smile on her face and proceeded to let the bus driver buckle her in next to a new friend she started to “talk” to. She blew Claire and me some kisses as the bus pulled out.
I tell you this because it’s a little bit of a miracle to me. You see, last week was pure agony for both of us. Lucy had what her teacher classified as “severe separation issues” (in an e-mail she cc’d me that she had written to the bus driver in hopes of alleviating some of Lu’s stress). I had to pry her off of my body the first couple days. Neither of us liked that one bit.
To make matters worse, on the second day of school Lucy’s teacher announced that she needed to wear lace-up shoes…no more crocs. Wait. Let me say that one more time for emphasis: No more crocs. Hmmmm. Now, if anyone knows Lucy, they know that Lucy eats, sleeps, and bathes in those things. This was not going to be easy.
So the next morning as Lu and I were both in tears trying to get her to stand up in some old lace-up tennis shoes I found in the back of the closet that I think every one of my girls had already worn into the ground (I can’t find anything else that will fit her chubby little feet), I wondered to myself if we were really doing the right thing sending this girl to school. Why was I doing this to my baby when I really wanted her with me anyway?
We gave up on the shoes, slipped her crocs back on and had our first try on the bus. That was a giant failure too. There wasn’t a chance in the world she was going to let me leave her on that bus (and there wasn’t a chance I was going to make her do it after the shoe episode). No way.
So I drove her to school with my sunglasses hiding my tears and left her there laying on the ground bawling while reaching for me calling my name. (The teacher assured me she’d be fine and that it’d be best for me to leave.) Man, I’ll tell you what, that was sad. I went over again and again in my mind why we were doing this and why it would really help Lucy but it didn’t make me feel much better.
It was an extra blow when Claire (who’s classroom happens to be right next door to Lucy’s) sat at the dinner table that night and told us that she couldn’t hear her teacher very well that morning because Lucy was screaming so loud next door. No, that didn’t help matters. Not at all.
Luckily for us, Lu has an outstanding teacher. She has been in constant contact with me letting me know the play-by-play of each day. It turns out that she was able to get her “school shoes” on her after she calmed down (miracle of all miracles), and that she was fine after that. She came home on the bus totally happy…a different little girl.
And it’s just been better and better from there on out. She’s loving life as a school girl. Yesterday she even let me put on her school shoes and didn’t ask once for crocs.
I am so thankful:
1) that last week is over
2) that Lu has such a great teacher
3) that we may be on the verge of getting rid of crocs…there’s got to be something cuter out there for chubby feet!
4) that Lucy seems so happy
5) that I can already see differences in how she communicates…this is going to be SO good for her
6) that I get to be her Mom.