September 2014 |
The first month or so Cruz cried at drop off, he would do that at daycare as well and hated switching rooms and new teachers. Most kids don't like transition, but I realized there was a little more to it here at La Casa. In the fall the kids didn't speak much English, and Cruz didn't speak Spanish... he was left out and it was hard.
At first I felt bad for him, and wanted to see what I could do to help... you know, typical parent instinct. Then I thought, this would teach him to be flexible, teach him grit, teach him not to give up. I moved to the US and was forced into school right away and didn't speak the language. I survived it, and I think experiences like that teach you to be resilient. Cruz made it through, and in no time made good friends with his class, and learned some Spanish.
My Graduate |
It was fun being there while he was growing up. Seeing him become confident, watching his shy personality come out, hearing him sing new songs, and just watching him learn. I will miss his "Adios Abuelita" to our classroom Foster Grandparent as we left each day.
Well summer will be different as he will be all day at ECDC. I won't get our midday drive, or see him during the day. I am a really proud papi and glad we had this fun time together as the rest of his schooling won't be as close.
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