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Stacey thanks saintly teachers

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

Ah, gotta love two-year-old preschool. Now that Ollie’s in a program, I think I appreciate teachers even more than when I actually WAS a teacher. Not only do I have a few hours of free time per week now where I can run to the grocery store sans child or get my brows waxed without a screaming toddler trying to burn down the salon, but Ollie is actually LEARNING! And becoming better behaved! Preschool is literally a miracle.

I mean it when I say his teachers are saints. In just a few short weeks since school has started they have helped teach my wild little beast the alphabet, his numbers, and even rules of social conduct (i.e. keep your pants on while in public and don’t pick your friend’s noses). Even though my son is the classroom hitter (and pusher, and screamer, and barker…), they show a tremendous amount of patience with him. Plus, every day I get a detailed note sent home to me explaining his daily behavior. Most of the time the notes are filled with lines like, “Ollie tried to attack the prayer leader today — just wanted to make you aware” or “Still working on aggression issues. Does he usually use toys as weapons?” sometimes I’ll be pleasantly surprised to find notes like, “Ollie had a great day! Very cooperative and didn’t hurt any one!!!!!” that warm my heart.

The teachers may as well sign the notes, “Wow! He isn’t a sociopath afterall! ” but of course they don’t say that. I can imagine all the things they’d love to write to me about my unruly son, but everything is always communicated in a positive way. For this, I am so grateful. Really. And even though every night I pray he’s not kicked out of school for aggressive behavior toward his peers, at least I can breath a sigh of relief that he’s in good hands when I drop him off.

Some suggested reading material for my lil angel...

PS: As I go to post this, I find it ironic that today is my dad’s 64th birthday. I mean, could he have a better present than a wild grandson? I’m sure he’d say no…and remind me, “Paybacks are a bitch!” (I was a biter and an aggressive child like Ollie and realize now how much my behavior probably troubled my parents.) I guess one day I can look forward to having even wilder grandchild of my own!