I experienced something with Taylor this morning, that I have never experienced. He did not want to go to school, he wanted to stay home with me. The whole drive to school he was trying to convince me to take him back home once we dropped Emme off in her classroom. He wanted to stay home with me to the point of saying he would help me with the laundry. I thought maybe once we actually got to the school and went in, he would be okay but I was wrong. We dropped Emme off and walked across the hallway to his classroom and he was holding onto my leg and crying. My heart was breaking because this is completely out of the ordinary for him. Anyone who knows him, knows he loves going to school. He is usually already in the classroom and I have to get his attention to tell him bye and to have a good day, but not this morning, this morning was a first and a worst!
My years of working in the early childhood field, I was the one trying to comfort moms when their child was having separation anxiety. Today I was the mom receiving the comfort and the reassurance. I have to admit it felt strange, it felt so unfamiliar but at the same time very familiar. Thankfully he was all better and ready for the day before I actually left the school. While talking with the Assistant Director, Taylor had come down the hallway with his teacher to the bathroom and with hustle and bustle of children coming in and parents leaving, I did not even see him come down the hallway. All the sudden I felt these sweet hands wrap around me and say “Hey Mommy” There he was with those big brown eyes and happy smile. His teacher told me we went potty and that we are all better and ready for the day. What a sweet relief to leave the school and know that he was all better and happy. Praying tomorrow goes better!