When I had Erik, I sense quite early on that he needed to be with me. Close to me. I carried him, breastfed him, I didn't co-sleep with him because I didn't have the confidence to do so, but basically I was never far from him - in the first 18 months I was never more than an arms length away from him except when he slept.
I knew he would not cope well with childcare or kinder or school, so I planned to homeschool him, and we did so until at 7.5 he asked to go to school. I was worried for him when he first started but he was very confident with his choice.
With Luey I was even more close to him in the first 5.5 years in as much as I did everything I did with Erik plus I co-slept with him.
The surprises started when he was 2.75 years old and ASKED to go sleep in the bunk with Erik. Luey was adamant he didn't want to sleep in mum and dad's bed anymore, despite so many sources of parenting advice PROMISING us he would NEVER want to leave our bed. Then when Erik decided to go to school, we were quite happy for Luey NOT to go, but when we went and looked at the school, Luey announced that he wanted to go as well... Oh dear, this was just not how it was supposed to be. Children were not supposed to want to sleep away from their parents or want to go to school and spend their entire day with strangers!
And it seems Bryn is following in his brothers footsteps.
Despite our best intentions to keep him with us, and to "baby" him and avoid him learning independence, just in the last 24 hours, the following two incidences have occurred:
- Last night at bed time, Bryn wouldn't be quiet and allow Erik and Luey to fall asleep peacefully, so I said to him, "Listen, if you can't be quiet, you're just going to have to come and sleep in my bed with me..." "No!!!" He cried, "I don't WANT to sleep in your bed, I want to sleep in MY bed!"
- This morning Dave got him ready for creche (he goes for three hours on Tuesday mornings), and as they were getting ready to go, I hear D saying that Bryn has to stop rubbing his eye, and that D needs to get the crusty stuff out. I hop out of bed and inspect the eye and realise Bryn has conjunctivitis and that he can't go to creche (because he'd be sent right back home again). Poor Bryn has been inconsolable all day. Crying on and off because, "I REALLY want to go to creche! Look mum, my eye is all better, can I go to creche now?"
Nothing, I tell you!
Nothing went wrong.
This child has always had his every need met. He was allowed to sleep with us until he was ready to sleep in his own bed (he was 3.5 years), and who was only sent to creche because our friends Jayne and Sienna were going to be there, and we already knew the center from having attended playgroup there, and one of the mums from school also works there, and another mum from school sends her boy there, too (in other words, creche is an extention of the rest of his life, not a place he goes seperate to everything else in his life).
Nothing is black and white.
Good and bad is only what you MAKE of it...