I'm not sure you're ready for this truth, because I am not.
The truth? Our son is being kicked out of daycare.
We just learned this little fact yesterday. We have TWO WEEKS to find him new care.
He is "too active", requires too much attention and they can't handle him anymore.
Apparently he knocks over toys that the other (older) kids set up. He jumps off of furniture. He is too rough with the one year old girl they watch.
He doesn't bite. He naps well. He eats well. He loves his daycare friends, gives them hugs and kisses when we say goodbye every day. But apparently knocking over the other kids' Lego towers crosses the line.
I didn't realize his offenses require expulsion. I was under the impression that instead of getting kicked out of daycare we might try to work on these things as a team with patience, discipline, time, communication ... but I must be wrong.
It's apparently no warnings and you're OUT. After 15 months with barely a peep about his behavior.
The message we got is that our son is not worthy to be at their home for care. He's not good enough.
This is the moment in parenthood that you dread. The moment where your fears about not doing a good enough job look like they are being validated. Someone is telling you to your face that they don't like spending time with your child.
I feel like I have failed...
We are the first to admit that Miles is a spirited child. He can be difficult. But he is far from the bad kid that he is being labeled. He is a good kid.
I guess I imagined this past weekend where he didn't have one bad moment. Not one meltdown. I must have made that up in my mind. It must not be possible.
I feel like shit. There's the truth.