Just over a month ago I wrote about the adorable little two-year-old at the preschool who followed me around EVERYWHERE.
One day I didn’t have to work until 1 in the afternoon and just as I was opening the front gate and began walking down the path across our little playground, she spotted me from the deck and I could see her excitedly jumping up and down and literally SCREAMING “Leah home! Leah home! Leah home!” When I walked onto the deck she ran at me, threw her arms around my legs, nuzzled her head between my calves and let out the largest sigh ever. It was as if she’d been trying her hardest for the day to hold it together since I wasn’t there and FINALLY I’d arrived and she could relax.
For a little while things were actually getting a bit stalker-y. The little girl’s favorite song we sing is “The Wheels On The Bus” and she’d be trailing behind me singing the song only she couldn’t remember a lot of the words so she’d replace the forgotten lyrics with my name. I shit you not she’d be walking behind me singing “The wheels on the bus Leah Leah Leah Leah, Leah Leah Leah, Leah Leah Leah. The wheels on the bus go Leah Leah Leah Leah”…..you get the idea.
It might have been creepy except that she’s just so darn adorable with her big almond-shaped brown eyes and her pig-tails that stick up that she could probably be holding a bloody knife in one hand and my beating heart in the other and I”d still be thinking “awwwww” just before I died.
Once I forgot that she was following me around and I headed off to the bathroom and just as I was sitting down on the toilet I heard her little raspy voice coming through the door. It sounded like she had her mouth pressed right up against the exterior crack and she said, “I’m waiting for you Leah” and then she giggled. It actually startled me quite a bit. Adorable or not, that shit was DEFINITELY disconcerting.
But in the last week things have changed. Now that little girl has decided she no longer likes me. She doesn’t follow me around anymore and when she gets upset I am THE LAST person she wants to comfort her. In fact she has told me several times now that she doesn’t like me anymore.
I actually found myself thinking WHAT DID I DO?!
In general she is getting more comfortable at the center. She doesn’t scream when she has to be around other teachers and she is content to sometimes paint or do a puzzle completely on her own. And I’ve even seen her playing with other children. It’s so much better for her but I find myself kind of sad sometimes that she’s not my shadow anymore.
Is this how famous people feel when no one wants to stalk them anymore? They start thinking AM I STILL RELEVANT? AM I STILL PRETTY?! WHY DOESNT ANYONE WANT TO MAKE A LAMP SHADE OUT OF MY SKIN ANYMORE?!
A two-year-old is making me feel unloved.
I have a very delicate psyche.
Tomorrow morning I am going with some of the children to their weekly swimming lesson. This is their third week going to the public pool. I’ve been reading over the notes on each child and they were making me giggle.
- ( ) is overconfident but under-skilled. Keep an eye on him, he sinks fast.
- ( ) is initially terrified. You will have to peel her off you and practically throw her into the pool.
- ( ) goes crazy. Lots of splashing and excited screaming. Forgets not to breathe underwater.
Before you become concerned, I am not their swim instructor. They have two certified professionals in the pool with them. I just sit on the side and observe.
It should be an interesting morning.