I know I have sung the praises of daycare in the past: social interaction with other kids, routine and structure in a classroom setting, arts and crafts the likes of which I would never think to do at home, language development, skills learned from watching his little friends, practice being away from Benjamin and I, listening to a teacher and following rules, and on and on. But in the last week, a new development has absolutely reinforced the wonderful things that daycare does for Owen (which was actually perfect timing, because even though I adore our flexible situation that allows me to both work AND be home a lot, the hustle and bustle of the holidays had me pining to be a stay at home mom like so many of my friends!).
A few days ago Owen came home saying a word I couldn’t figure out. “Koy” “Ko-ee” “Koi”. I would repeat a few words, trying to figure out what he was saying. “Toys?” “Boy?” “Coin?”. “Noooo! Koy-een!” Owen would correct. I gave up.
Then one morning I was babbling on and on about how it was a school day and Owen was going to see all of his friends and blah blah blah, and Owen said, “Coy-een?”. Then I got it. Corin. He has a friend at school named Corin.
“Oh, CORIN?” I asked? “YUP!”, Owen beamed. “Coyeen. BUDDY!”.
Corin is his buddy.
Owen has a best friend.
The teachers have confirmed it. They eat breakfast and lunch together. They are two of the more mobile kids in the class and they are often climbing and running and playing together. They babble to each other. They seek each other out in the mornings. Corin has a twin brother and Owen will often talk about “Coyeen. BRUDDER. BUDDY.”.
Bestill my heart. That’s something I couldn’t replicate at home, no matter how I tried (except, you know, if I had given Owen his own twin brother!).