But my kid is different, right?
|Waiting for school to open.|
I never thought JD would cry. When we went for the tour, he couldn't wait to get away from me to go play. He always makes friends at the playground and has never had separation anxiety. But today, when I nudged him in the door of his classroom, he froze. I watched a woman help with his jacket, and as soon as she stood up, he took off in a sprint to me, sobbing.
And for some reason I couldn't peel myself away from the door, even as I watched a perky teacher scoop up my kid and wisk him away to the toys. He told me later that they wiped his eyes and nose with a TISSUE (he has a thing about tissues). And while I'm happy that they comforted him, I'm also sad that it wasn't me drying his tears.
|My shellshocked little guy when I came to pick him up.|
We talked it over before bed tonight, and JD agrees that it will be fun to go back on Tuesday. And I have 4 days to prepare myself for walking away.