The picture that I've added to this blog shows what would have happened if I hadn't started kindergarten recently! And it tells you a little bit about what me and my mum are going through these days. Last week, on monday, when I'd just got better from my cold, I went to the kindergarten where the good ladies said to my mum: now you just go out for a walk or something! and then I got to play with the good ladies while my mum went heartbroken into the autumn breeze. I heard her say to my dad later that as she walked outside she felt that the umbelical cord had finally been cut and she had to fight the tears. I didn't do much better and cried a good bit even if I got tons of toys and babies to play with and the good ladies were really nice to me. The day after the same scenery repeated itself. When I got back home around lunchtime I played a little bit, then I fell asleep but when I woke up it was if the end of the world was happening to me personally. I cried and yelled for about an hour (53 minutes to be precise, but then, who's counting!) and my mum held me in her arms and explained to me everything about the kindergarten and told me that she loved me and then she sang a bit for me and we read a book, and then I cried some more and then she played my favourite CD and finally I calmed myself. Now I'm starting to get a bit more used to the kindergarten and I know that my mum always comes back when she leaves me there. I'm still not accepting the place completely, but mainly because I'm not used to having 17 other babies running around me while I'm playing, it does disturb a bit my poetic being. I'm also the youngest one in the group. All the other babies are 4-12 months older than me, they all know how to walk and many also how to talk. My parents find it strange that I didn't get to be in the youngest group of the kindergarten, where there are 6 babies, 3 of which are 1-3 weeks younger than me. I would have fitted in there just perfectly, but I was born 2 days too early to be in that group so there is nothing to say about that. Fortunately my mum has not started working yet, so we have all the time to take things slowly with the kindergarten. If I could just get around to learn to walk without holding something I guess my situation in the kindergarten might improve alot!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Update
The picture that I've added to this blog shows what would have happened if I hadn't started kindergarten recently! And it tells you a little bit about what me and my mum are going through these days. Last week, on monday, when I'd just got better from my cold, I went to the kindergarten where the good ladies said to my mum: now you just go out for a walk or something! and then I got to play with the good ladies while my mum went heartbroken into the autumn breeze. I heard her say to my dad later that as she walked outside she felt that the umbelical cord had finally been cut and she had to fight the tears. I didn't do much better and cried a good bit even if I got tons of toys and babies to play with and the good ladies were really nice to me. The day after the same scenery repeated itself. When I got back home around lunchtime I played a little bit, then I fell asleep but when I woke up it was if the end of the world was happening to me personally. I cried and yelled for about an hour (53 minutes to be precise, but then, who's counting!) and my mum held me in her arms and explained to me everything about the kindergarten and told me that she loved me and then she sang a bit for me and we read a book, and then I cried some more and then she played my favourite CD and finally I calmed myself. Now I'm starting to get a bit more used to the kindergarten and I know that my mum always comes back when she leaves me there. I'm still not accepting the place completely, but mainly because I'm not used to having 17 other babies running around me while I'm playing, it does disturb a bit my poetic being. I'm also the youngest one in the group. All the other babies are 4-12 months older than me, they all know how to walk and many also how to talk. My parents find it strange that I didn't get to be in the youngest group of the kindergarten, where there are 6 babies, 3 of which are 1-3 weeks younger than me. I would have fitted in there just perfectly, but I was born 2 days too early to be in that group so there is nothing to say about that. Fortunately my mum has not started working yet, so we have all the time to take things slowly with the kindergarten. If I could just get around to learn to walk without holding something I guess my situation in the kindergarten might improve alot!
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