Technically, it’s not really a preschool, since Owen is far away from kindergarten, but it is the first time he will be cared for outside of our home. Grandparents Yao are going back to China next Monday, and although praise and thank God we found the ideal caretaker for him (an experienced mom of 3 in her 30’s who has a degree in child development who is bilingual, and who would only be taking care of a max of 3 boys - her 2.5 yr son, Owen, and another boy who would only be part-time), we had to wait until this week to get Owen acquainted with her.
We decided to take Owen to the caretaker’s home just mornings this week to somewhat ease Owen into the routine. Frankly, I was REALLY worried and anxious about dropping him off this week since Owen has very strong stranger anxiety (first reaction when he sees any strangers in our house - even if they are not even attempting to touch him - is to cry).
So on Monday, I stayed with him during the 2 hours we were there….during the first 30 mins to an hour, he would not leave my side since he realized that it was a new environment. I quickly came to realize that I need to “disappear” in order to force him to adjust, so while he was temorarily mesmerized by the other kids, I sneaked away upstairs. Our caretaker swiftly took over the pacifying when Owen realized that I was gone and started crying. To my surprise, it was very brief. He quickly got sidetracked by other activities, for the next hour or so, would only cry when he periodically remembered Mommy, and cried for me, “mama, mama” but then again would be distracted by other things very soon.
So yesterday, I did not stay long before I was “shoo”ed away from the caretakeer…she took him aside and said that I could go, and that he would cry only briefly. As hard as it was to see him cry, I know it’s a stage he has to go through, so I left as instructed. A later call to the caretaker reassured me that Owen was indeed happily going about his business. ;P When I picked him up yesterday noon, it was the cutest thing; I saw him as soon as I made the turn onto the street since the caretaker was holding him standing in the driveway and he was not crying, yet as soon as she pointed to my car coming down the street and he recognized my car and me, he started crying! It was as if he wanted to tell me how much he missed me! The same thing happened today when his Daddy dropped him off.
The only catch now is that Owen is very cautious - he won’t eat or drink anything from someone who he doesn’t trust yet. So…he has still yet to eat or drink something that the caretaker gives him (even if it’s a food or drink that he usually loves). Our guess - and hope - is that by next week, when he will be there for the entire day, he will have no choice but to eat/drink due to hunger/thirst.
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