Dropping Off Your Child at Daycare
On occasions, such as this morning, my daughter went ballistic when I dropped her off at daycare. After the triad was done and she knew she had lost the battle, she gave me such puppy dog, baby blue eyed expression that it could have melted the polar caps.
I always feel bad when she does that because it looks as though she is in a prison and has no means of escape.
On Fridays it is easier to cope with her temperamental ways. I say to her, “Guess what? No school/daycare tomorrow!” That usually brings a smile to her face. She likes the weekends where it is all about her coming into our bedroom on Saturday and Sunday mornings. She gets up on our bed and usually comes within centimeters of my face and asks if I am awake. Well, now I am! Then she does the same thing to my wife.
We turn on the cartoons, which enables us to get a little more sleep time in.
However, if Dora the explorer is on and Swipper the fox is shown, she screams and yells for us. “Mommy, daddy, its swipper!” Geez, when she does that, sometimes I think my heart just stops beating.
Sorry, I digressed. When I pick her up from daycare, she is a completely different person. I see first hand what true love is. She runs toward me yelling, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” until I swoop her up in my arms and I see the huge loving smile on her face.
While on the way home she always wants to visit where I work. As a matter of fact when we pass my workplace on outings she tells me that she and I work there and mommy works far away.
Initially, when we are en-route to my work, she will not stop talking. When we get into the building she clams up. She hugs my leg and refuses to look at anyone. That lasts five minutes or so and then she is like a wild woman. Caris runs through all of the rooms and finds what she is looking for. The refrigerator which houses the popsicles.
There is never a dull moment with that child!
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