A few weeks ago, Robby rebuffed my goodbye kiss and hug when I dropped him off at school. I wish I could say that I wasn't impacted, but that would be a lie. Mr. Bill enjoys telling anybody who will listen the story about the morning I showed up at his door, sobbing uncontrollably because my little boy wouldn't kiss me anymore. I am glad that he was amused by the situation because I found it anything but funny!
I had no other options, I adjusted to our new goodbye protocol. I kiss
and hug Robby as he hops into the car for the drive to school. I'm
allowed to give him a high five as I leave the classroom, and if nobody
is looking, he'll blow me a kiss. Thankfully, I still get a hug when I
pick him up at the end of the school day!
I have never made an
issue of Robby's request because although it stings, I know that it is a
normal part of growing up. My lamenting his growing up will not do
anything productive for his psyche. Instead, I've silently accommodated
his requests while taking full advantage of every cuddle opportunity
Last week, when dropping Robby off at school,
everything changed again. After our traditional, and apparently socially
accepted, high five, I turned to leave the classroom. Robby stopped me
and asked me to wait. He walked over to a little boy, whose name I will
change to protect his identity, and brought him over to me.
this is my Momom and I love her. She's very nice and pretty and does
super fun things with me. I'm going to give her a hug and a kiss because
I love her and we're buddies. If you don't hug and kiss your Mom, maybe
she just isn't as nice as my Momom." He then proceeded to wrap his
little arms around my neck and plant a wonderful kiss on my cheek. Joe
never said a word, watched our exchange and returned to playing with his
blocks. Robby has been kissing and hugging me every morning since he
took this stand.
I left his classroom delighted not only because
he gave me a kiss, but more importantly because he stood up for his
desire to show affection. He didn't allow the pressure of friends stop
him from doing something that he wanted to do. He thought it out and
devised his own plan on how to handle the situation. I am so proud of
him. That was, and probably always will be, the best kiss of my life!