Big boy, excited about a new book...
( I love that my kid gets excited about books.... God love him!)
As you can see, my baby has become quite the little man. A real boy! He is such a special critter, as all wee ones are. My wish is that all parents appreciate their children as we do Harley. Harley is not his real name, it is his blog name. I don't like to give too many details online because of an icky person in my past. But suffice to say, that Harley, aka Gman is indeed growing up in his own unique way.
On today's menu was a special form of mommy agony. He just started summer camp. (I know, a little late for that)... but... anyway, we thought it would be good to get him a little acclimated to his new school and some of the kids and teachers he'll be seeing regularly. It has mostly been a good thing, but he still has a bit of the separation sads. He did great yesterday, but today was just a little bumpy again.
He was waiting outside for his teacher, Mr. Louis to come back. Mr. Louis was getting his glasses, then they were going to set up for movie day. Gman seemed fine, so I kissed and hugged him goodbye and noticed his eyes were turning red and moist... But he bravely said good bye, so I began walking... hoping if I didn't make a big deal of it, he would become distracted and drawn into the goings on around him. But I couldn't help it, I had to look back. There he was with tears welling, but not a full on cry. I walked back and said why are you sad? He said, "I'm just used to you now". I said, that's ok. You will soon get used to all your friends here and your teachers and it will be easier to say goodbye. He said: "I know, it's ok". Then out came Mr. Louis and another dear child who called to him: "C'mon G-man, let's go!"
Then I get one last "Goodbye Mom, I love you!"
"I love you too Gman, see you at 2:30!"
Sigh. It's so big to me, that he is learning to not only express his emotions, but acknowledge them and regulate them... and use them to his advantage rather than his detriment. He clearly knew he was sad, but that it was also ok and would pass. Then we both sort helped sooth his sads a bit... but I feel certain, he didn't need me for that, although it was wanted and appreciated. "He's a fine boy" as our neighbor Israel used to say... And I'm certain he's going to be a fine man one day as well.