I had a decent day at work today and went to pick Jonathan up at school just like always. And just like always, he ran across the room, arms flailing, as soon as he saw me through the glass window I pass just before I get to the door. I picked him up as usual and asked him if he had a good day. He answered yes, sort of hesitantly, and looked at Ms. Darla, the lead teacher in his section of the Twos.
So I, too, look at Ms. Darla and she proceeds to tell me that at lunchtime today, as she was passing out their meal, Jonathan leaned across the table and pinched not one but two little girls. When Ms. Darla asked him if he was supposed to pinch, he apparently answered "No, but I bite!!" Luckily, Ms. Darla nipped the biting in the bud before it could come to fruition.
While we were speaking about this, Jonathan had a look of what I took to be two-year-old remorse on his face. I learned I was obviously mistaken when Jonathan reared his fist back and punched me directly on my right cheek bone. As my eyes welled with tears, I sat him down on the ground where he immediately started crying for me to pick him back up. I was pretty much in shock and must have looked at Ms. Darla with a somewhat helpless look as she tried to reassure me that it's completely normal, that all children Jonathan's age go though a stage where they exhibit this type of behavior.
The crazy thing is, even though I totally know that is true, days like this cause Mommy Guilt to rear its ugly head. I've tried to rationalize around it because I know stay at home mothers who have the same problem, but it's still really frustrating to be greeted in such a manner at the end of the day.
Luckily, his disposition improved greatly when we got home and I, of course, could not feel bad too long when presented with this precious face:
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