“MOM I DON’T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!”
This sentence is booming in my ears for about two weeks. Two weeks marked by the whims, the cries and screams of Adelaide in front of the Preschool entrance.
Why then? Adelaide loved to go to Preschool. She was looking forward to start!!
In Italy we’ve never done an insertion day. There’s never been a tear, actually she has almost cried when I was picking her up from school, because she wanted to stay there longer.
In the past teachers congratulated us, because Adelaide has always been a very active girl but also very obedient.
Two weeks ago a drastic change. I couldn’t recognize my child anymore.
One morning, while I was trying to take Ginevra’s seatbelt off, Adelaide peed in her pants, because she didn’t want to go to school. Once I changed her, I left her at school and she started cry so bad, because in the meantime the teacher recommends me to leave.
Here in Nashville they’re not used to preschool insertion. You drop your kid off. If she cries or laughs it doesn’t matter. You leave her there and you go. That’s it.
Seeing her like that broke my heart. I promised myself that once out the school, I’d have talked to her.
And so it has been. I picked Adelaide up before the end of the class and in front of a good ice cream, I asked her why didn’t she want to go to school. Nothing, she didn’t even answer.
The day after happened the same, she cried badly. I took her hand, but she bit me. Oh my gosh!!
“Adelaide what’s wrong? Why did you bite me? You hurt me!!” I told her. She answered: “Mom, I don’t want to go to school, because I’m afraid of the teacher!”
Her answer let me speechless. Though, thinking to her usual whims, I let her crying in the teacher’s arms.
I left sadder. All the day I kept thinking to what she said “Mom, I’m afraid of the teacher!”.
I couldn’t wait 5pm to come just to pick my child up from school. I didn’t feel comfortable.
When she saw me go inside, she started to cry from happiness and she squeezed me so hard in an endless hug. The weekend was approaching, school problem closed for few days.
Me and Andrea tried anyway to talk to her, but still nothing.
Monday came and it brought with it the usual Adelaide’s tears. But that time it was different. She started to cry when we were at home, while I was putting her clothes on.
My child crying said: “Mom I don’t want to go to school. The teacher hurts me…”
“Why? What does the teacher do to you?” I asked her.
Adelaide took my arm and pretended to pinch me.
From that moment Adelaide didn’t go to that school anymore.
We don’t have any proof to accuse the teachers, but Adelaide in these two weeks away from those women, is way better, even if she’s very scared.
When I put her clothes on during the morning she asks me terrified: “Mom, are you taking me to school?”
I feel like a shit, because I think: “If I’ve listened to her before…”
At the same time, I’m pissed off because Adelaide needs to spend time with other kids and needs to learn the new language. And to do so she needs to attend preschool.
Right now we’re looking for a new school where Adelaide can find the serenity that she had before.
Actually, we need it too.
Traslated by Alice Perego.