We did the very first two weeks. So we were over the very first critical days. With cry from both side, of course. He did his job dutifully, went to the bathroom upon arrival, in the midst of crying. I also cried when I closed the door behind me. Then feelings came day by day. Seeing those mothers with little kids in the supermarket, on the street I started to envy them and asked myself why my little one is not with me? It is not compulsory at all to make him to attend the day care. That government institution did not give as much as it stole. Mornings began uneath. It was always too early to get up, he always told me he doesn't want to go there. Although, the nannies praised him and said that he managed to accomodate himself successfully. The enjoyable part was just began... We already had the decision to finish the day care on the same day when we got the message due to Covid that only those parents are suggested to bring their children for whom the day care is the most wanted. So we cancelled without hesitation. My heart was broken knowing that Nolen has to survive the 2 worst weeks of the adaption period. And I had the fear about its effect for the nursery one year later.
I think we managed to make a good marketing for the nursery. He eagerly expected to attend. On the very first day, I sent him with his father, therefore they managed to handle the whole thing with sufficiently coolness. On the third day, he did not cry at all. There are mornings, less often, when he struggles with his tears but no, he doesn't cry. But he almost every morning asks me: are you sure you are not going to stay, Mom? He made friends with most of the children and sometimes we hear from other parents that Nolen is an often mentioned name at home. Regular question in the car on the way to the nursery: shall I sleep there? Friday is his half-day when he leaves after lunch. He politely says hi to all of the staff by name, and I never asked him to do so. Another morning seance is the waving from the window. Sometimes I'm still standing and change a few words with the kindergarten teacher at the door. Entering the room, he immediately runs to the window, lift up the curtain to get through and wait for me to wave. When we are on the way, eg. from my parents' house to our house, or we are going home from shopping, he always wants to choose the way that drives in front of the nursery. His sign is the flag. Since he is aware of it, he looks for and discover all the flags in any situation everywhere we are going and even happily realizes the red-white-green Hungarian flag on each product in any position and any size.
Yes! He did it. I'm very proud of him.
