Lets back up a few years. Evan has always been strong willed. If he doesn't want to do something, he's going to put up a huge fight. This example is from two years ago-he didn't want to take pictures-so he had a meltdown.
I made a mistake by bringing him in church with me instead of putting him in the nursery when he was a baby because he would just nap or eat a bottle. When he was about a year old, things changed and he wasn't so quiet in church. I decided to put him in the nursery during service and, well, that didn't work out. He SCREAMED and SCREAMED until he was gasping for air. We have tried putting him in the nursery almost every Sunday over the past 2 years and he's only stayed ONCE.
I figured something had to change and did the only logical thing. I found a preschool where we know NO ONE that works there so I wouldn't be totally embarrassed, and I signed him up.
I've really been dreading it ever since I registered him in March. Orientation was last Thursday. He kept saying he did NOT want to be there and the teacher even had coloring sheets and crayons out to draw. What did my son do? He closed the crayons and put them up so none of the other kids could use them because they were "his". Great. I have the spoiled brat of the bunch.
Tuesday was the first actual day of school(I'm only doing 2 days/week-why torture myself more than I have to) and he was protesting the whole time. We made a big deal about his cool new backpack that he picked out, so he was a little excited. He showed us all the toys in his classroom and then it was time for me to go. I kind of snuck out and got the director to call me a few minutes later. She called and said he had quit crying(AMAZINGLY), but he wasn't participating(hey-baby steps, right?)at all-he didn't want to draw or eat snack.
I arrived 25 minutes early to pick him up. I saw him on the playground and he was playing with some other kids. The teacher came over to talk to me and I learned that he had TWO accidents that day, but many of the potty trained kids had wet themselves because of nerves or whatever. He was MORE than excited to see me and was ready to go home.
Yesterday I told him that I couldn't wait to see what he would draw in school and told him that he would get some M&Ms if he used the potty at school and didn't have any accidents. I walked him to his classroom, gave him a hug, and walked away. He cried. I cried. It wasn't pretty.
The director called me about 30 minutes later and shocked me. She said he didn't cry long and was actually participating. He played with the other kids, and was drawing. He was so happy when I picked him up and couldn't wait to show me the surprise that he had for me from their nature walk(A=acorn). He even wanted to hang around a little bit before we left.
Needless to say, I am amazed and so extremely happy that it seems to be going well. Keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer that it keeps going this great. I often wonder how many other people have a kid like Evan. :)