Did you cry when your child started nursery/school?

[Don_Kiddick 11]

The day our boy set sail for his first full day at school was long after he'd been diagnosed & pigeonholed as being Special Needs.

 

(Autistic Spectrum).

 

He had been allocated a place in mainstream nursery with a specialist Special Needs unit.

F A N T A S T I C

 

He was to travel by local authority transport.

 

One sunny September morning a taxi turned up with 2 people we didn't know from Adam (or Eve).

We willingly let our boy, our only son, our PRIDE and JOY, our little pickle, get into this strange car with these strange people & be driven off.

 

 

Cry?

 

 

 

. . . I could have killed myself.

 

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My advice for you when yours go?

 

Cry your heart out. Let it pour.

Then,

when your most prescious little thing in-the-whole-world-ever comes home show them and tell them how much you missed them.

Never ever hide your emotions from your child.

 

Always ask them how their day was.

Be interested.

Ask them what made them happy.

Ask what made them sad.

Find out who their best friend is. This changes daily.

Make sure they are happy.

 

Don't ever get mad at something that's upset your bairn.

However much it hurts you.

They'll stop confiding in you.

Explain why it happened and how to avoid a repeat.

Reinforce the safety & love of home.

 

 

 

Enjoy the priviledge of moulding & developing a real human being that has the future of the world in their controll.

 

 

 

 

 

DK

[Shiesh 13]

owwww, that's a reight movin' story!! sniffle sniffle

[redrobbo 10]

Originally posted by Don_Kiddick

The day our boy set sail for his first full day at school was long after he'd been diagnosed & pigeonholed as being Special Needs. (Autistic Spectrum).

 

He had been allocated a place in mainstream nursery with a specialist Special Needs unit.

F A N T A S T I C

 

He was to travel by local authority transport.

 

One sunny September morning a taxi turned up with 2 people we didn't know from Adam (or Eve).

We willingly let our boy, our only son, our PRIDE and JOY, our little pickle, get into this strange car with these strange people & be driven off.

 

 

Cry?

 

 

 

. . . I could have killed myself.

 

========================================

 

My advice for you when yours go?

 

Cry your heart out. Let it pour.

Then,

when your most prescious little thing in-the-whole-world-ever comes home show them and tell them how much you missed them.

Never ever hide your emotions from your child.

 

Always ask them how their day was.

Be interested.

Ask them what made them happy.

Ask what made them sad.

Find out who their best friend is. This changes daily.

Make sure they are happy.

 

Don't ever get mad at something that's upset your bairn.

However much it hurts you.

They'll stop confiding in you.

Explain why it happened and how to avoid a repeat.

Reinforce the safety & love of home.

 

Enjoy the priviledge of moulding & developing a real human being that has the future of the world in their controll.

 

DK

 

Don_Kiddick - simply fantastic!

 

PS Oh good, I've now found the box of tissues at last!