Primary for Scott

This right there is a Primary boy.

I am so proud of Scott for transitioning so well to this milestone.

I was absolutely TERRIFIED for him to go to Primary.

The thing is that in our old ward I would have wondered how he was doing but I wouldn't have lost sleep over it like I have been.  

The difference is that everyone knew Scott really well in our last ward.

He would have had his best friend Jaeley in the class to tell the teachers that's just how Scott is.

The teachers would have probably already known and they would know what to do already because they would have seen me calm him down a million times.

Not only that, but Scott would have known everyone around him so he wouldn't have freak outs so much anyway.

In the last ward they didn't have a Jr and Sr Primary so the Nursery kids were already going into the Primary room for a special singing time and thus the transition wouldn't be so hard for any of the kids.

But we were no longer in that ward.

I have been seriously stressing about this since we moved.

I wondered if he would need a specialist and if he got a specialist who would it be?

What would make that person qualified to take care of my son or "handle" my son.

I wondered if Mark and I would just go to the president and tell her we needed to be his class teachers.

I wondered if we should just keep him in Nursery and not worry about it at all.

Luckily for me, my two best friends were Primary presidents in our last ward.

They are like Scott's second mommies.

They got sick of me constantly worrying about it, I'm sure but they were always there to let me verbally think things through.

They, knowing Scott and having trust in a primary that they've never been to, told me I just need to try.

Take him and see what it's like.

It reminded me that the president couldn't be much different then my friends.

I almost changed my mind the first Sunday.

We just went to the primary portion and Scott sat/laid in the back the whole time while Mark and I sat with him.

The last 15 minutes I took him to nursery to get his wiggles out.

He walked in being a full head taller then all the kids.

He walked in like he owned the joint.

Walked up to the teachers, said hi and went strait for his favorite toys.

I knew that this was easy.

This was him being held back.

I don't want him to be held back.

I don't want to be the one holding him back because it's easy.

I decided then and there that he needed to go to primary and Mark and I had to do whatever we could do to help him through it.

It would be hard but thus is life so stop complaining right?!

The next week we took shifts.

I sat with him in class and Mark sat with him in singing time.

Scott took about 5 minutes to warm up to the kids and the teacher.

He got a Sunbeam bag to put all his hand outs in and he would NOT put it under his chair and he did NOT want my purse under the chair either.

I would try to sneak it under there but each time he noticed he picked it up for me and put it in my lap like he was worried one of the kids would steal it.

Other then that, HE WAS AMAZING!

I'm telling you it was an absolute MIRACLE!

There are things that peers can get kids to do that parents don't think their kids are capable of.

I was blown away.

About twenty minutes into the lesson a little girl was dropped off that did not want to be there so she cried in the corner the whole time.

Scott looked at her, then looked up at me with this expression like, "you didn't tell me we could cry in here" then he started to cry.

It didn't last long at all before he was back to copying the kids around him and smiling.

I tried to calm the girl down but she was really freaked out by being amoungst strangers (her mom is getting baptized and she really is totally new to the idea of being away from mom, poor thing).

Scott's teacher is such a sweet heart.

She's the one that made them the bags and she gives more handouts then a Young Womens Instructor.

I'm telling you she sews them dolls of baby Moses, makes paper dolls with joints that move, sews cute little arrow pillows to point to the path to Heaven.

She used to be a preschool teacher and reminds me so much of my mom that I wonder if Scott thinks he's hanging with Grandma.

Mark said singing time went well too.

(That's pretty much mine and Marks conversations, I tell everything that happened along with every emotion along the way and Mark gives an overview of the events usually in one sentence, we compliment the other.)

This past Sunday we started out doing the same thing but Scott was doing So good in class that I walked out 15 minutes in and sat outside his door for another 10 minutes waiting for him to freak out.

HE DIDN'T!

AMAZING!

I got to go to the last half of Relief Society.

I went to check on him on his way into the primary room and Mark was there ready to take over.

After my success Mark decided to sit in the back and watch as Scott stayed with his class.

Mark gave me play by play texts of Scott stealing the signs from kids and holding them up and then throwing them on the ground when he got bored.

Mark said none of the kids minded and eventually they just handed them to him.

Next week we are going to try to drop him off.

I can't believe he is doing so well so quickly, he took months getting used to preschool.

But maybe preschool is paying off and he is learning that teachers are nice and other kids are fun and that mom and dad don't always need to be there.

I know that we will have good Sundays and bad Sundays and we will somedays play by ear but for the first time in a long time I can rest easy...

about Primary anyway. :)