TL;DR I'm fine but my kids are both going through challenging changes.
I knew we had changes ahead of us in June as Paul started the public school summer kids program on Monday. But last Monday, Will moved from the toddler room to the young preschool room where they also started working on potty training. In isolation, either move would come with its challenges but I underestimated the double whammy of both of those changes.
Overall, Paul has done really well with this change - actually surprisingly well. He was nervous/anxious as he approached this transition and bedtimes certainly suffered as that is when his anxiety surfaces (as is the case for me). Drop offs have been a cinch - he doesn't even hug me good bye. He just waves and he's off! I think back to how hard drop offs were at various times of his toddler/early preschool stage (especially when he returned to daycare after we pulled him from daycare for 7 weeks at the start of the pandemic) so it's encouraging to see that things CAN get better/easier. We are so impressed by the program, too. Every week they study a different country (this week it's Madagascar), every Wednesday is "water Wednesday" and they go to a local splash pad or wading pool, and every Friday there is a field trip. We've seen some challenging behavior in the evening at times, but I know he's very tired as he's adjusting to no nap (one of the reasons we moved him from daycare to this program was because they still napped in his room at daycare which wreaked havoc on bedtime) and they keep them very busy at this program. Plus everything is new - new friends, new teachers, new locations, new schedule. My head would be spinning, too.
With Will, it's been a WHOLE LOT HARDER. He's a sensitive little guy to start and very much a mama's boy, and I am sure not having his brother with him at drop off is confusing. He transitioned to the new room with his best buddy which helped, but most days he tells us he wants to stay home or come to work with me. And the tantrums. Oh my gosh, the tantrums. Again, I know they are prompted by his little body being overwhelmed by the change but I'm being challenged in a way I never have before. It doesn't help that he hasn't been able to be outdoors the last 2 days because of poor air quality from the smoke of Canadian wildfires.
I'm usually good at bobbing and weaving and taking what comes at me. But this week has been so very hard that I broke down and cried at book club last night. And I am NOT a crier (thanks to my lexapro rx which helps me manage my anxiety and keeps me on a more even keel). Most of my book club ladies are moms, and they are further down the path of parenthood than I am so they can say - we understand/what you feel is normal. And whether or not you are a mom, we've all had bad days/weeks/months, and my book club gals are so kind and compassionate.
I don't wish struggles upon my friends, but it's comforting to hear that others have struggles, too. To be clear, I adore my children, but it can feel very isolating to feel like you are so very challenged while everyone else appears to be handling things well. That's one of the reasons I've developed an extra special bond with Elisabeth. I like how open she is about the challenges of parenting. I don't WANT her to struggle, but I feel so seen when she talks about how hard parenting is at times.
So that's where I'm at today... I'm sitting with these feelings and acknowledging them rather than shoving them under the rug as I am sometimes prone to do. And I'm sharing in the hopes that someone else will feel seen.
This has been good stuff - like this sweet chalk drawing by Paul. |