In my church, when a toddler turns 18 months old, they go into what we call "nursery". This is a class for kids 18 months to 3 years old. For two hours, the kids play with toys, have a short lesson, sing songs, eat snack, do crafts...all in preparation for when they go to primary at age three.
It's usually a great time for them, and none of my kids have ever had an issue with being there. It's more like "See ya mom. There's fun to be had!"
So two weeks ago, Kimble turned 18 months old. Usually by the time your kid's 18 months old, you are very ready for them to be in nursery, simply because they are so busy and energetic and loud during class time. However, I didn't mind having Kimble with me at all. The big question was whether I WANTED him to go into nursery. Because I've been very diligent in keeping Kimble away from public germs as much as possible, I really didn't know if I wanted to expose him to a place where there are lots of other toddlers who share toys and drink from each other's sippy cups when nobody's looking, or standing right next to another kid who is coughing or sneezing.
Somebody told me "you have to cut the cord eventually", and while I agree to that statement, I was a bit frustrated. It's hard to explain to people, who don't understand Kimble's circumstances, that I need to keep him as healthy as possible. An infection for Kimble is a lot more serious than it tends to be for other kids. As a cardiac baby, there's just more things to consider.
With all that, The Husband and I decided that we'd take him to nursery for story time, lesson, snack, music, and crafts. We'd remove him during open play time, to try to minimize sharing germs through touching the same toys. I think as time goes on, especially with cold/flu season ending, that we'd eventually have him in nursery the whole time. With that, the primary workers have been extra focused on making sure that there aren't any sick kids who try to slip into nursery. They really want to make sure Kimble stays healthy too!
So, on Sunday, I took Kimble into nursery. He was not happy about being left in there, so I chilled out in a corner, just to make sure he felt comfortable. His separation anxiety has gotten worse the past few weeks, so he was pretty clingy.
Eventually, he got off my lap. But he didn't go far. He kept checking behind him, to make sure I was there.
A little bit further....he was chasing a ball. He got knocked over and started to whimper when he looked back to find me.
Lesson time! I was on a little cushion right next to him, so he was content as he listened to the lesson and learned how to be reverent.
I tried to sneak away. He caught me and clung to my skirt for dear life. "Don't leave me!"
Hope he gets accustomed to it eventually. For now, I really don't mind sitting in there with him. He's my baby boy after all! I like having him with me.