Dropping Off is Hard to Do
Back at the end of January Punky started going to daycare one day a week, on a Friday, while I'm at work. If we could have avoided it for a bit longer we would have, but due to circumstances beyond our control we had no other option for her care on a Friday but to put her in some sort of formal care.
I'm just looking forward to Dave's new shift rotation starting next week, so that he can share the pain of the drop-off with me, so that its not always me leaving her behind, crying.
The daycare she goes to is directly across the street. It's a lovely centre and all of the staff are really great. The food is excellent and there are lots of toys and outdoor areas for them to play. Getting there is the easiest part of the whole thing hands down. The first few weeks she went she was a model child, absolutely perfect, I would put her down and off she would go to the toys without a backwards glance.
And then everything changed. The last few times I've dropped her off she's cried and hasn't wanted me to leave her. It's broken my heart having to walk out that door and leave her there, hearing her cries and seeing her scrunched up little face, her arms reaching out for me.
I know once I'm gone she calms down and is fine, she has fun playing, she sleeps well and she enjoys the food and getting to make a big mess feeding herself yoghurt (something she doesn't get to do at home!).
When I get back in the afternoon to pick her up she is always playing happily, usually with one of the other kids sitting by her side, she's sharing toys and showing the younger ones what she is playing with. I know she is fine after I'm gone, but it's still hard.
I don't know why exactly the change has occurred but I was waiting for it, from the very first week she went. I suspect it has to do with the fact that the first few times we left her she didn't realise what was going to happen, that I was going to be gone for at least 6 hours and she wouldn't see me again until the afternoon. Now she knows and the minute we walk through that door she knows that I'm going to leave.
I am hoping that in time she will come to enjoy being dropped off and getting to play with the other kids. I wonder if she would actually be better off with the next age group of kids, she's pretty cluey and she loves to watch and copy the older kids, but she's till a few months off heading to the 18 months-3 year old room. She's basically the oldest in the babies room and I know that she will soon benefit from being with the next age group up and the more structured activities they do, but until then its great to get there and see her sharing with the younger kids and being kind to them.
|My girl is fearless. I hope she continues to be as she gets older. And I hope she gets some of that fearlessness back for daycare.
Did/do your kids go to care? Was it hard to leave them? Did they adjust ok over time?
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