Sweet Pea has been doing really well going to school, actually excitedly, on the school bus. A few times, though I’ve taken them, instead. He doesn’t do as well on those mornings. That separation anxiety roars its head again.
My heartstrings don’t want to let him go when I see his shoulders slump and hear the sadness in his voice as he says goodbye to me. I encourage him to go on walking with his brother after a hug and kiss, but the reluctance…oh the reluctance.
Watching my little boy, shoulders slumped, shoes dragging, head hanging, arms hung low by his sides with that huge backpack making his body look so much smaller…I’m reminded so vividly that he is just a little boy. Five years old and walking into that big building, to deal with seemingly immense obstacles to such a tiny mind.
Some days we moms think our kids should ‘act their age’ and ‘buck up’, can handle that chore by themselves. That they have the abilities to complete the task. And they might have those abilities, or be able to handle a certain assignment, or be able to stop crying because they didn’t fall that hard.
But they are just our little ones.
They still want need us to tuck them in at night. They still need us to kiss their boo boos, or help them back up again. They need to hear us say ‘You can do it!’ ‘You’re ok!’ ‘I love you!’
Maybe next time their shoulders slump we should drink it in, remember their little hands in ours and hold them to us for just a few more minutes to give them comfort.
They are, after all, still our little ones.
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