Last year, on the last day of school before Christmas break, I was volunteering in Quinn’s classroom. Quinn was so excited for this day. It was pajama day, the kids were doing a book exchange, there were crafts, treats and even a magic show. This day had been so hyped up and to my little preschooler it was going to be nothing short of epic.
We are at school a total of 5 minutes and I know something is wrong. Quinn is clinging too me, sitting in my lap. This isn’t like Quinn– he is usually out there playing and socializing.
Then Quinn told me he didn’t feel good and I escorted him to the bathroom where he puked.
Great. Not even a half hour in and we were done. After he threw up I told him we were going to have to go home. I felt awful, I knew how excited he was for this day. He started crying, claimed he was fine and begged to stay.
I told him, “Fine, but you cannot tell your teacher’s you threw up and if you throw up again, we are leaving.”
Longest 2 and half hours of my life. Quinn ran to the bathroom dry heaving so many times, but he hung on.
He actually ended up being a volunteer in the magic show too!
Fast forward to last week when Quinn started to feel a little sick. Just a runny nose, felt a little warm, whiney– you know, the start of something. I mention to Quinn that if he isn’t feeling better he might not be able to go to school. This upset him, so I quickly followed it up with the best parenting line of all time, “We’ll see”. No point in getting him all worked up about missing school, when he could wake up feeling fine.
Quinn is only in 4k so I thought I should make sure he knows that if he is at school and he doesn’t feel well, he can tell his teacher and she can call me to come get him. So I start on in with my words of wisdom:
Me: “You know if you aren’t feeling well at school—
Quinn: “I WILL NOT tell me teacher mom!”