For the fifth time, Autumn started a new room at school. The first few moves were relatively easy, but these last two have been harder. Still, though, it's not as bad as it could be.
The day we started child care was OK. It was hard to leave her, but as an infant, she didn't really care. She enjoyed the swings and the little baby chimes and usually was sleeping when we took her there. So she didn't care too much.
When she moved from the infant room to the mobile infant room, one of her teachers (the beloved Ms. J) moved with her. So that move was easy. From that room to the toddler room also wasn't bad because the two rooms share a door and spend the beginning and the end of each day together anyway. She didn't notice too much of a transition there. And she still got to start each day with Ms. J.
But -- then she had to move from there down the hall this September. She didn't understand why she couldn't start each day with Ms. J still. So for a week straight, we started each day with tears. But she soon adjusted and loved her teachers Ms. H and Ms. M. She's had a great few months.
Then today she had to go one more room down the hall to her new room. It's a room she's played in before and visited quite a bit last week. Still, though, she stood outside her old room and cried for Ms. H today. Ms. H walked us over to the new room and stayed there for a bit. When I left, Autumn was fine to say goodbye to me, but she made sure Ms. H was still there.
I'm sure things will be fine once the day continues, but I have a feeling that tomorrow will bring the same sort of thing. As much as I hate to see her cry, I take this as proof that the teachers there are wonderful. If they weren't, Autumn wouldn't love them so much.