Morning!

Week 3 for Ishu. And things have been pretty good. Drop-off has been a breeze. And, his teacher gave us a laminated sheet with a picture of all his classmates. So getting him into the stroller these days is also really easy. Because I just hand over that sheet and he happily sits down to be buckled in, naming off every single one of his friends that he’s about to go see. 

The thing that’s been a little harder – but we kind of expected it – is that end of day release. 

He’s so happy when we pick him up. 

But it’s like once he sits himself in the stroller, it’s the ultimate release of all the emotions he’s held in all day. 

The entire walk back home, he was whining, “MAMA, MAMA, MAMA, MAMA.” 

And the smallest things will set him off and make him cry and cry and cry. 

Yesterday, I tossed a bottle of milk over to Ankur to give to Ishu and four drops spilled out. Four literal drops. And he was so upset about it, he melted into the ground. (Ishu, not Ankur. Just to clarify). 

This morning, he was upset because, in an effort to clean the milk I spilled (on the side of his bottle), I washed it with water. So his bottle was slightly wet on the outside. Melted into the ground. 

He’s got big big emotions right now. 

These tantrums are a normal, developmental thing. But they are also exacerbated by the fact that he has to hold it together all day. 

FORTUNATELY for us, BECAUSE I am not with my child 24 hours of the day, I’m also able to be a much more regulated, much calmer version of myself in these moments. 

So that we’re both not melted into the floor together.

Every phase has its hard moments. 

But, no matter what, I feel good about this decision to put him in school. And I’ll just keep showing up for this end of day release. Because, I mean, what else am I gonna do?