As a Mom, I want to shield Robby from unpleasant experiences. When he is frightened or upset, I immediately want to comfort him. While I know that working through these emotions is a part of growing up, it is difficult to suppress my instinct to rescue him.
was Robby's orientation to his new school, and we were both excited and
nervous about the plans for the day. I did my best to stress the
positive and mask my apprehensions, so by the time I parked the car in
the school parking lot, my little guy hopped out of the car and eagerly ran
towards the door.
Unfortunately, that was the extent of
his excited bravery. As soon as we entered, he became shy and quiet,
unsure of just about everything. I hate seeing him so scared!
had planned on staying through the orientation, but his teacher felt it
best for me to leave. Although I know that she was correct and that he
would come out of his shell more quickly without my presence, it was hard
walking out the door.
I went home and tried to convince myself that he
was probably having a great time. I mindlessly ate half a jar of
peanuts, flipped through the television channels, and tried to take a
nap. Time seemed to move at a snail's pace!
so scared when I left that I wasn't sure what to expect when I returned
to pick him up. I found him seated at a table with new friends,
coloring and chatting. He flashed me a huge smile, gathered his
belongings and told his classmates that he would see them next week. As
we walked to the car he declared that he loved the new school and that
he couldn't wait to go everyday!
There is no doubt that
the orientation was more difficult for me than Robby. I sat and worried
about him the entire day. He spent the hours playing flag football,
making new friends, and happily working on art projects. I am so happy
that he likes his new school. Hopefully we won't shed anymore tears over