..."no nanks"
That's what Mags has to say about that.
So I'm sure you can surmise that miss Maggie has been invited to join the ranks in primary, and has politely (and when pushed, not so politely... like I'm talking head back, snotty nosed, crocodile tears wailing) declined.
I honestly wasn't expecting her reaction, all last month her nursery was slowly introduced into the primary each week and she was loving it. Each Sunday after Sacrament meeting I would ask her if she was ready to go to nursery and she would promptly respond... "no primininary". Even when we took her on her first official day, she practically skipped down the hall, we took her to her seat, blew her a kiss, (I choked back tears... seriously and was even a little disappointed she didn't cling to my neck or something (careful what you wish for)), and she was all smiles.
That was the last I saw of that smile that day...
An hour later as I was walking out of Sunday School I could here a child sobbing, a familiar sob...
I looked down the hall and coming towards me is her entire class on their way to the classroom and she is bringing up the rear of the line with a sad sad face. Let me tell you... when those sad brown eyes met mine, the expression of "complete meltdown" doesn't quite cut it. She started wailing... and threw herself into my arms.
I was a little bewildered and had to double check to make sure this was the same child I'd dropped off...
same hair - check
same dress - check
same boots - check
After a moment of soothing...
I asked her if she would like to go back to primary...
which she promptly (between sniffles) responded "no nanks".
I then said "but Jesus wants you for a sunbeam"...
which again promptly (sniffles were once again becoming sobs) responded "no naaaanks!"
We spent the rest of class time sitting just outside of her classroom on a chair discussing the importance of primary. I for sure thought that at some point she would have decided that sitting on my lap doing nothing would motivate her to want to go back to class but to no avail.
This last Sunday was a small improvement, but Joel and I had to take turns sitting with her. As we switched off between sharing time and going to her classroom Mags asked if we could go home, said she was hungry, and then alleged that she needed to go potty... anything to get out of where she was going.
Joel did take her to the potty and then to class.
Oh well... at least in our little lives in our little home she's definitely our little sunbeam.
I took this after her first day of primary...so obviously she wasn't permanently scarred...
what a goof.
3 comments:
mags dresses better than me :) and yes. peanut butter and chocolate chips melted and eaten with a spoon happens at night OFTEN. it's an awful habit. just ask p next time you see him how much is grosses him out.
i'm obsessed with this story.
Aw! I have the EXACT same problem with Jack going to Nursery. Except his response is "No Tanks", so they are close. He hates going. I mean HATES. All the big kids except him and 1 other boy have graduated to Sunbeams and he's stuck with a whole slew of 18 month old criers. It's so sad. He will run down the hall to the nursery, and halfway there get slower and slower and then the tears start and the "No Tanks... I don't think so" comes out after being asked if he wants to stay. I feel your pain. Some kids just need more time!
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