The new preschool, this morning.
J and I walked in with Brody, extra clothes, blankie, diapers and paperwork in hand.
I handed the teacher 20 copies of the letter (which I revised slightly still more to remove all of the "You should tell your child this" references), and explaining to her all about his hands. . .
She didn't care.
The other kids didn't care.
I mean that in the best possible way.
The teacher cared in that she listened to me.
But, still. No one thought his hands were "an issue" at all.
I watched him eat his cereal, and the other kids are just as messy with spoon and milk as he is.
Are we making this a bigger deal than we needed to? Are we creating a spectacle? Like some of the commenters said to the last post, not many people notice. Still, I'd rather have the correct information out there rather than deal with any number of inappropriate questions.
I talked to the director, and we discussed how Brody might need potty training help because he can't practically do the necessary clothing removal.
And I cautioned the teacher that Brody is not the best climber because he has low muscle tone.
And then watched as he climbed up the ladder on the in-room jungle gym (and down the slide) 14 times. He's not as sure-footed (sure-handed?) as the others, but he gets up and down.
I also discovered that I would not be adverse to being a teacher in a toddler room. Well, at least for an hour a day. With two other teachers and I wouldn't have to do diaper duty.
I stayed for about an hour, and Brody was having fun: new toys, a slide, trucks to ride on, new friends. But he still cried when I left.
Giant teardrops and loud sobs.
I called later and he had stopped crying.
I'm going to get him early.