A few months back a friend of mine was waiting to talk to me outside the Preschool, after dropping Riley and Summer off one morning. We’re very close and we usually wait for one another to have a chat, head off for a coffee or do the food shop together. This one particular morning has stuck in my head and I keep thinking about it over and over again.
My routine when I enter the Preschool doors is make sure the kids both get in safely, then I head straight over to the table where I put the kids lunch boxes and juice down. I then make sure Summer has taken off her jacket and hung this up. By which time I will have caught the eye of either one of Riley or Summer’s key workers (they had different people, Riley had a 1:1)
I speak to them about everything current, from what time Riley woke up during the night/ morning to Summer’s toilet training or behaviour the night before. I like to bring them both up to speed about everything happening in our lives so if anything happened i.e. Riley fell asleep or Summer wet herself then they would have a good understanding as to why this was happening. I always make a point of speaking to the manager when she’s not busy because we get along (or so I think, haha) and it’s nice to have a quick catch up. I’ll give Summer a kiss and remind her she’s to listen to her key worker and be a good girl. Then I’ll give Riley a kiss and say and wave goodbye to him. I hang up the kids bags in the cloakroom, glance back to check they’re both ok and then exit.
This particular morning was no different from every other morning, perhaps I had more to talk about or papers to sign, I can’t remember exactly. I came outside and my friend was pretending to be asleep, snoring out load as if to say ‘I got bored of waiting’ haha!
I said ‘sorry’ in a guilty, shy, cheeky voice and she replied ‘what do you have to talk about every morning?!’
She went on to say you must be the most supportive Mum ever! Whilst I know she was clearly joking and in noway would she ever say or do anything to hurt my feelings, it has stuck with me.
Am I different to other parents?
Is that not normal parent behaviour to want to make sure your children are safe and settled?
Do I mollycoddle the children?
There is no better feeling that exiting the Preschool knowing I have 4 whole free hours to myself. Even if it means I have to go food shopping, it’ll be 4 hours of freedom without any small people and I can take as long as I want and look at what I want without anyone needing me.
I couldn’t leave the Preschool without doing my little routine, knowing and seeing for myself both Riley and Summer were happy and settled.
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Clare AKA the mollycoddler, haha!