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Dec. 16th, 2004 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojShit, man. Some days being a parent is heartwrenching.
Justin's wonderful amazing warm caring enthusiastic kindergarden teacher, Mrs. Breeze, is leaving. She's going on an exchange to Australia, January 2004-January 2005. We were told a few weeks ago, and I was very, very worried that this would be horrible for poor Justin; he's become so attached to her, he talks about her class all the time, and he's just so very happy to be in kindergarden - mostly because of her.
Justin was pretty nonchalant about it. Mrs. Breeze apparently read them a Franklin (or maybe Arthur) book about a new teacher and by happy coincidence, that teacher was from Australia. Justin was looking forward to meeting his new teacher, all was copacetic, carry on.
So today Chris reminded him that they were going to get a goodbye gift and make a goodbye card for Mrs. Breeze. Justin happily picked out a Christmas ornament, and cheerfully selected a card from Microsoft Publisher. And then Chris asked what he wanted to say in the card, and Justin said, "I will miss you when you go and my heart will be broken" and then he started to cry.
So. Full stop to the night's activity, with Justin eventually wailing full-tilt into Chris' shoulder while Chris, Daniel and I patted him and I felt pretty ready to cry too.
There are so many parts of life that are so incredibly painful for kids to learn about, and you wish so much that you could shield them or take the pain away or take it on yourself, somehow, and you just can't. It's horrible.
Justin's wonderful amazing warm caring enthusiastic kindergarden teacher, Mrs. Breeze, is leaving. She's going on an exchange to Australia, January 2004-January 2005. We were told a few weeks ago, and I was very, very worried that this would be horrible for poor Justin; he's become so attached to her, he talks about her class all the time, and he's just so very happy to be in kindergarden - mostly because of her.
Justin was pretty nonchalant about it. Mrs. Breeze apparently read them a Franklin (or maybe Arthur) book about a new teacher and by happy coincidence, that teacher was from Australia. Justin was looking forward to meeting his new teacher, all was copacetic, carry on.
So today Chris reminded him that they were going to get a goodbye gift and make a goodbye card for Mrs. Breeze. Justin happily picked out a Christmas ornament, and cheerfully selected a card from Microsoft Publisher. And then Chris asked what he wanted to say in the card, and Justin said, "I will miss you when you go and my heart will be broken" and then he started to cry.
So. Full stop to the night's activity, with Justin eventually wailing full-tilt into Chris' shoulder while Chris, Daniel and I patted him and I felt pretty ready to cry too.
There are so many parts of life that are so incredibly painful for kids to learn about, and you wish so much that you could shield them or take the pain away or take it on yourself, somehow, and you just can't. It's horrible.
