Write two haiku about: trauma.
Max had zero interest in going to daycare this morning. At one point he did agree to go if both Kat and I dropped him off, so we went with that to get him out the door. Sadly, that momentum didn't even last long enough to get him into his car seat.
Long story short, we got him there eventually, Kat went in to stay with him for a little bit until he got comfortable, he didn't get comfortable while she was there, Kat left while he was bawling his head off.
Kat and I sat and talked for a long time in the car about whether or not this whole rigmarole is really worth it. We definitely considered going back in there and taking him home. Eventually we drove away, but Kat did call the centre to make sure he was doing okay, and not still freaking out.
That's all it took before he was totally fine and playing with the other kids.
When I picked him up this afternoon he told me he didn't want to leave because he was having so much fun. And then he told me about how great a day he'd had. And he was his usual, bouncing around the house, chipper self after we got home.
It's like he'd completely forgotten about the start of the day. You know, the one that left his parents just a little traumatized.
Hmm. What do I do?
I have fallen down and the
bone is sticking through...
* * *
He is laughing now
but my ears hear crying and
my eyes see his tears