Yesterday, our son was happy and without a care in the world. Then today he realised that he had to go to school again. So the tears happened. Two tight little arms were thrown around my neck and he held on, and cried and cried.
Sitting there cuddling him, rubbing his back and encouraging him to take some deep breaths, I remembered how big this world is for him. How just as he thinks he has it all worked out, along comes something like this to throw him off kilter.
It’s not school he’s crying about, it’s the change in routine, the challenge of being in a room of strangers – yes they’re all the same age – well apart from the teacher, but it’s a big ask. Especially when you’re only five.
So the best I could do, was hold him, encourage him to think of all the great things he could do and see at school, and reassure him that we would be there to pick him up this afternoon. And also to take in those deep breaths – my partner calls it yoga for kids – they stand together and take in deep breaths until the tantrums or the distress is blown away. It works for us, and for our darling boy today it helped just a little.
Then I left him in the class, sitting next to the teacher working on a small puzzle.
Tomorrow is another day, and we’ll just keep doing the deep breaths and the encouraging words, and see how far he will fly tomorrow.