I had high hopes as Buddy pulled me down the hallway to his classroom this morning claiming, “I’m ready! Go to ‘cool [sic], now!” The first day of school sets the mood for the year…unfortunately, my child screamed, “Mommy!” with the blood-curling scream usually reserved for when Olive, our pug, is found under the table beheading his Lego men. I left the room and left him with his teachers who immediately consoled and distracted him. I fretted for the next hour and a half about whether he would scream the whole time or whether he would pull it together. I went to Barnes and Noble to distract myself and chose a few kids’ magazines that I had promised Buddy during potty time this morning.
[Note: Potty training is no fun. Buddy asks to sit on the potty, but rarely does anything. Instead he waxes poetic about “how hard it is” and how he “wants a mag-zine [sic]” and how Mac World “is not a good potty mag-zine [sic]” nor is The Atlantic or Women’s Health, for that matter. He sits and sits and then puts on a diaper and goes. (Then screams to be changed.)]
There are a LOT of magazines for toddlers, eh? After some deliberation I decided on My Big Backyard and High Five.
These are great magazines with simple texts, games, crafts, and puzzles for preschoolers. I had really high hopes for National Geographic for Little Kids but it was more like a booklet than a magazine. So disappointing!
When Buddy came out of school today holding his teacher’s hand, he was all smiles. The teacher kindly assured me that he had calmed down right away. I gave him the magazines when we got in the car and asked him about his day. He said, “I played trains. And cars. And a sandbox with shells in it. We read a book about a froggy. We played drums and blocks. We sang a song and colored.” I told him that sounded like a great day and he said, “I love [teacher’s name].” (He has never even said he loves me!) I love his teacher because she made him love her. Thank you!!!!!
When we got home, we made a special box to hold his magazines near his potty so that he would
not freak out when he couldn’t find them know where they were whenever he *needed* them. I used to do this with my second graders when I was teaching to help them keep their weekly Time for Kids magazines in one place. I found an old Uggs box that was just the right size to hold the magazines without bending them. While I thought about recovering the box and making it fancy, I realized that I probably should let Buddy do what he wanted to do.
So I handed over some stickers and the box. And a half hour later, I have the gawdiest magazine holder available for my bathroom. But it is his creation, not mine.