Here’s S saying goodbye to the dog. I already miss him… the kid, not the dog.
S left this morning for Outdoor Science School. It’s a really cool four day camp that the sixth graders each year get to experience. This year they will be on the coast about a state away. I started missing him before he even left.
This is ironic to me, because when S was little, I would crave this kind of space from him… thus was born kid swap! I loved the freedom it gave me for three short hours to be kid free. I always felt a little guilty though, because S never let me go easily. Ever. Anywhere. Now that seems to be reversed.
As I am sitting here feeling the loss of him for a few days, I think about how I had to be tough to get away from him for kid swap. He would cling to my leg and cry. I would dislodge him and tell him goodbye but he would immediately grab hold again. I’d once again pry his little arms off my leg and try to get him engaged in some fun activity or with a new toy at the friend’s house. As soon as I stood up to leave though, he’d appear again, attached to me. Eventually what I resorted to was prying him off, then quickly and softly pushing him to a sitting position so I could get a head start out the door. This was hard for me to do, but I knew that he was in capable hands with my friends and would thoroughly enjoy himself playing with the other kids as soon as I was out of sight.
Today I’m the one who needs to be pushed down. I know I’ll be fine soon. I know he will have a wonderful time. It’s just hard to let him go. Somebody needs to pry my arms off, so I can let him leave and be okay during our little break from each other.