When Jesse turned 18 months I was thrilled.
Not because I liked him getting older but
because he was going to go to nursery.
I wouldn't have to spend most of my time in the halls at church.
The first day he went into nursery he walked in like a champ.
I was prepared for tears.
There was nothing, in all reality I was shocked.
Anytime I left him he would always cry but a few minutes
later got over it.
The next time we took him to nursery there were tears.
Not just little tears, lots of tears and screaming.
I felt bad for the nursery leaders so I took him out or
they would bring him to me.
Since the first day he hasn't been back without me there with him.
Yesterday Seth dropped him off.
Tears and screaming for 40 minutes.
No consoling, bribing, or calming.
Needless to say he doesn't like nursery.
I am not sure what I am going to do about it.


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