We got to daycare and as soon as I put him on the floor, he cried. He cried so hard, I started looking around the room to see which child was crying. I was shocked to see it was my child. I walked over to him and gave him a walking/push toy. I watched in dismay that he continued standing in one place. Normally he would have been half way across the room by now. He just stood there almost frozen in his tracks. He looked at "P" and then looked at me and started crying. Big crocodile tears rolling down his cheeks. I picked him up again and offered him his pipey. I carried him as I put his bottles in the fridge and stored away his belongings. I put him back on the floor and played with him for a minute. His regular teacher was on lunch when I dropped him off, so Ms. Katie was in the room. Colin crawled over to me as I hung up his daily sheet, grabbed my leg and started crying yet again. Ms. Katie picked him up joking about how he likes Ms. Cher more than her. As she held crying Colin, he was reaching his arms out to me wanting me to hold him. It broke my heart. I think I may have felt it shattering as I had to leave him. He has never ... never once ... cried as we have left. He's never been as much as scared of anyone holding him. It seemed so out of character of him and it broke my heart.
Fast forward to the delight part of this post. I get to work and am going through my pile of stuff. There is a big manilla envelope on my desk addressed to me. The address vaguely looks familiar. As I begin to open it, I see red construction paper peaking out and immediately realize what it is. My first Valentine from my son ...
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what a cute idea to send it to your work! i almost teared up just reading it, lol
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