Yesterday was Hayden’s second day of school. On the whole, things were better; however, it was still tough and probably more so for me.
On the way to school, Hayden was getting all teary-eyed, saying, “mommy can’t we just stay home? I just want to stay home with you.”
I asked him if he was sad, and he said, ‘no’; however, it was obvious that he was indeed sad.
It was upsetting and I was seriously about to cry. I stayed “strong” and positive though: reassuring him that he liked school and that he would have a great day and lots of fun. I affirmed his feelings, but let him know that things really were going to be okay.
Shortly before we arrived, the intensity of his distress increased. I asked him if he would like me to come back (into the backseat) and just hold him before we went into school. He liked that idea.
So when we arrived, I went back, got him out of his carseat, and held him (and he hugged me very tightly). He then noticed the fire hydrant right outside my car and wanted to check it out. He got out of the car to look at it, and I mentioned to him that in order to get close to the hydrant he would have to get a little wet (there was grass around it that was wet). He then decided he didn’t want to check out the fire hydrant: getting wet did not appeal to him.
He was still quite gloomy, so I asked him if he would like to check out the fountain. He said ‘yes’, so we went over and looked at it. I rubbed his back as we looked at it. After awhile, I asked him if he was ready to go inside.
He said okay but he didn’t really move. So I asked him if he wanted me to carry him inside, and he said 'yes' (in general, Hayden walks himself inside, but I told him that because he was sad and having a tough time that mommy would carry him inside).
So we went inside and he was doing pretty well (not crying or anything - just a little glum). There was a little boy there who was having a tough time (a little tougher time than Hayden was having Tuesday). Hayden kept staring at him and for some reason it had a calming effect on him: reassuring him that he really would be okay (maybe because that little boy was looking a lot more “worse for wear” than he was?... or maybe because the "scene" was a distraction from his own emotions?... I don't really know).
I told Hayden that the little boy was sad, and asked him if he thought the little boy was going to be okay… and Hayden said ‘yeah… he’ll be okay’. Then I helped Hayden wash his hands, gave him a hug, and told him 'goodbye' and that I would see him after lunch (I told him this as he was wandering off to play... obviously he was doing better... if not great... as he was done with me and ready to go play).
Up until that point I was doing great. I had held it together and been the positive, supportive parent: encouraging my little boy that he would be fine and that everything was going to be okay (which I knew was both an accurate assessment of the situation as well as the appropriate way to handle it).
After I left the building, got into my car, and called Randy to tell him about the morning though, I broke down. I just started crying. It was hard. I didn’t want to see my little boy sad… asking me if he could just stay home with me. His face when he said those words was in such a state of distress that it hurt my heart.
Of course when I picked him up he was happy and smiling. He had had a great day. It’s just hard sometimes.
I am seriously hoping that this upcoming Tuesday won’t be as rough (on me). I hope he is eager and excited about going to school as opposed to apprehensive and sad. I don’t know though. I’m really not sure what to expect. I just hope I can hold it together!