Education Guide

On the second day of adaptation of Gabriel to school, sat in the same bank that I took yesterday, but with an interesting book in his hands. I started reading Spilled Milk, Chico Buarque, who was in my queue to read from the Mother’s Day, when the Nara gave me a gift in her name and her brother without pay.

The first few pages brought me back down from my days as a girl, some common words in the vocabulary of family and social time. Faraway, pilequinho, enclosure, tantrums, rages, chauffeur, scatterbrained, crashers, gym, encasquetei, ado, crippled people on the ground … Some of them still use, but I know that are out of fashion!

Captured by the text, I thought that was enjoying a moment of mine, as happened not long ago, with two hours free to read a book. Unlike the previous day when I was impressed by the sounds of crying coming from all corners of the school, focused on reading as enjoyable, did not even realize I did not mind the noise of children.

Until I began to identify the cry of Gabriel that was repeated here and there, weak, strong, short, long … I became increasingly anxious to hear my son crying helplessly. Suddenly, he opened a gate and escaped from the room toward the toy racing, but was soon reached by the teacher and classmates reunited with those who already know who has time for everything in school.

I found it funny, I rested the book and wondered how he had been privileged so far, growing in total freedom, doing a daily routine custom designed according to the rhythm of hunger, sleep, play and willingness to keep quiet. A routine broken by visits, tours and festivals, and return quietly because it was very appropriate to their needs.

Upon entering the school and be separated by hours of his mother, Gabriel is also a changing family discipline by a social discipline. Even the games will be governed by a collective interest. At home, though locked doors to prevent access, it circulates freely throughout the rest of the environment prepared to accept it. Despite the severe limits on television, he is encouraged and allowed to watch certain programs. At school, DVD’s just for when you are scheduled for that group, no negotiation.

The debates and the pages of the book that I read without attention, were hit by a strong cry, long and calling Mom. When I realized that Gabriel was coming from there, running up and hid, as it was combined with the school professionals. During the adaptation, the hours will increase over the day and I’m just there to intervene if necessary. Crying is not the case, it is expected and is part of the process.

The teacher spent with her in my arms in search of something to distract you. My son was crying and was clutching the book on his chest, wanting to hug him … I tried to hold, I thought it would be ridiculous to cry there, but I could not and the tears began to flow, and with a bit more, I sobbed.

Soon, Gabriel stopped crying and was reinstated to the group and play. I tried to resume reading to see if the time passed quickly. But not absorb any more of what was written there. I was only at peace when I put it in the car seat and I could cover it with a barrage of kisses tight.

This separation between mother and child is essential for development. He learns that separates physically, but remains inside the mother. The child finds a way to represent the mother. It need not be school or work, the mother diverts your attention from the child so that he can grow. This separation occurs naturally and is healthy. I think it’s a learning experience for both of which are detached from each other. He just needs to be sure that mom and dad come and go.

I lived a much more difficult situation 22 years ago, with Nara, who was placed in day care full time, one year and four months. By the rules of the institution, had no adjustment period. The child was left in place did not know, with people who did not know at 7:30 and stayed until 17:30.

After a few days of “abandonment,” she rebelled. Woke up angry and had a violent crisis overnight. Screaming, crying with a desperate, broke away from my lap, slipped beneath the crib and not get caught at all. She moved with such force that it was impossible to contain it. I understood the scandal as a message that she was not well with the nursery.

The psychologist of the institution agreed to change the routine because of Nara. I managed to convince her that the problem was so sudden change in her life, one so severe withdrawal, without any preparation. We then an adjustment period. I spent 15 days in the nursery with her, watching the games, meals, everything. My daughter has adapted and went happy.