To summarize, wee man is doing way better in his new daycare setting. That is except for the meltdown he had this morning when I tried to drop him off. People don't tell you about the moments you try to drop your child off at care and then they freak out and don't want you to go, the crying, the fists beating their chest, the wailing, and the tears. It is heartbreaking. Starting your work day, which happens to be a Monday, like this, really sucks. It makes you hope your day can only get better from there. At the end of the day, when I picked him up, all was good, He had a great day by all reports.
Of course, since he was late, our big guy was also late. So I got to sign him in. We are all trying to help him engage more positively. Ultimately I think more attention was spent on motor skill development that his social skills - especially since he is a loving and happy kid. It appears the next task is to help him make better friendships.
My job has been an endless learning curve. A bit unreal at times, a bit overwhelming at times, but also good. It is rewarding when things come together, I look forward to having another term under my belt and more confidence to answer the endless barrage of questions that seem to come my way. My volunteer job has felt like that - another learning curve that has shifted a bit in to what has become very time consuming. It isn't quite what I expected, or anticipated evolving over the last year. I have started knitting dishcloths again, and up next may be a hat for one of the folks that takes care of B after school. I am trying to think of what else I read this month... I tried to read a popular thriller writer, but it was beyond what I want to read now.