msbelle, I'm sorry for mac's tears. I know it has to be hard for you (my own kids' tears hurt me more than anything that makes me cry, myself). If it's any comfort to you, I'll mention that if you'd raised him from birth, he would still experience some tears at some point, over going to school, and separating from you.

My friend who is a pre-school teacher said if she has a student who doesn't, at some point in his first few months of school, cry a bit a being left by mom or dad, she wonders about attachment (assuming it's the child's first time being left somewhere -- most of her students are experiencing their first time away from their folks).

Dana, I just got through dipping my toe in that wank. People? Can still be stupid.

Yes, it was a lovely example of how to be particularly shitty around the holidays.

My friend who is a pre-school teacher said if she has a student who doesn't, at some point in his first few months of school, cry a bit a being left by mom or dad, she wonders about attachment

Can you expound? Needless to say, I did not cry, but rather told my parents to hurry out the door.

it was a lovely example of how to be particularly shitty around the holidays.

Arrogant and dismissive, oh yeah.

Can you expound? Needless to say, I did not cry, but rather told my parents to hurry out the door.

Apparently you're a replicant. "I'll tell you about my mother..."

Me too, then. I didn't cry. But it wasn't the first time I'd been away from the folks, and I'd seen my older sister going away to school for yonks, and I wanted to go too, already!

I didn't cry but my twin sister was in my class so I wasn't technically separated from my family.

I did, however, bawl like a baby when we were separated our freshman year of college.

I was so excited to get to kindergarten. There's a picture of me in my little plaid dress on the first day, just beaming.

That said, I did go to preschool before that, and while I don't remember crying at drop-off, I might have. I do clearly remember finding my mom behind the two-way mirror during one of her visits (it was a college-run preschool for the grad students). That was fun. It felt a bit like discovering the professor behind the Great and Poweful Oz's curtain.

Can you expound? Needless to say, I did not cry, but rather told my parents to hurry out the door.

I can't, not much. I can asspull, though.

Had you been left with sitters or the like, a lot? She was very much talking about kids who hadn't been with sitters much, hadn't been to daycare -- kids for whom school was the first big step on their own.

She didn't say it meant there was no attachment, just that she'd wonder about it. Her big point was at some point, they all cry. Not always on the first day -- sometimes it takes a while.

Her big point was at some point, they all cry. Not always on the first day -- sometimes it takes a while.

Sometimes they don't cry until they're in their 30s and living in LA.

Ah, yeah. We had a lady who lived with us and looked after me during the day when my parents were at work. Also, I wasn't particularly attached to them.