Back in December my son got kicked out of daycare for biting. He is 1 years old. Someday I will laugh at this but at the time I thought the world was ending with the amount of stress it gave me. What to do, on top of the holidays, made me a mess. And people don’t have much sympathy when they hear it is a behavior issue. The judging I felt I got from others plus the unsolicited advice from them was too much at times. I am not in a situation where I can just quit my job and stay home. But I also knew daycare was not a good fit for him. He needed more attention and less of a schedule. More time to explore and just be a kid. Nanny? More money than we could afford. So what to do?
We are very lucky that my mother-n-law offered to watch him for us. So currently my mother-n-law lives with us during the week and watches him. And in just one month he has made so much progress. He rarely bites anymore and has calmed down. He actually can concentrate on the task in front of him instead of bouncing around from one thing to another. He smiles more. He sits on my lap and gives me hugs when I get home instead of the tears I was getting before. It is like he is a different child. And of course I love the pictures she sends me during the day of him. Their relationship is special and you can tell he adores her.
Upon reflecting on this arrangement of course I have mom guilt that I am not there. Every mom –working or not – has mom guilt. But I realize these days of him being with his “Omi” are precious. You see, she is his only grandparent. My parents are both deceased as well as Brian’s dad. “Omi” is it. I was so close to my “Omi” growing up and am SO grateful that he is getting to know at least one of his.
Life has a way of pushing us where we need to go whether we are ready or not. Lesson learned.