Kindergarten Tears

Aargh. Took my five year old to Kindergarten today and he cried. When he cries, he tries so hard to be brave that he cries that quiet kind of cry with tears rolling down his face.

My heart broke.


And I am sitting here trying to distract myself now - back at home and trying to do some kind of work - but I feel my heart aching.

I am so going to be watching the clock today. And I know it is going to be slow, painfully slow.

Home schooling thoughts are already taking hold in my head.

I am practicing my deep breathing techniques, Ala Lamaze.

Sigh.

Strange thing is that he did great the first two days of "K." Then last night he had a meltdown. I should have seen it coming though because he constantly wanted me to hold him yesterday afternoon.

When I asked him why he was so sad, he told me that he didn't want to go to school anymore. He asked me if he could please stay home tomorrow.

He told me, through his tears, that he missed me too much, that school lasted too long and he missed me all day.

I almost told him  he could stay home with me forever. I wanted to tell him that. My heart longed to tell him that.

But I told him he would be okay - and all the other 'comforting' words parents have to muster up in this situation. When he finally fell asleep last night, I watched him for a long time. My brave sad boy. Tears still on his cheeks and his hand holding his favorite stuffed animal.

And I cried.

Kindergarten sucks.

Sigh.


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