Ellie was never a clingy toddler. As a matter of fact, it actually hurt my feelings that she never ran to me for “protection”. She started pre-school at 2 1/2 years and PUSHED me out of the room on her first day. I sat in the car and cried a little because she was starting school, but mostly because she didn’t miss me.
When it came to date nights, we never had to sneak out of the house when the babysitter arrived. New sitter she had never met? Great! A new person to drive crazy!
I know you shouldn’t compare kids, but seriously, who out there doesn’t? So now is when I compare my independent daughter to my separation anxiety suffering little boy.
So Zach. Dear sweet, clingy, mama’s boy, pain in my butt Zach.
When we’re home alone he has to be at my side every moment. If I’m cleaning the dishes, there he is glued to the side of my leg. If I’m on the computer or watching TV, he’s sitting on my right hip. Blow drying my hair, putting make up, getting dressed? There’s Zach.
I take back every time I wished Ellie was a little more clingy. I get it now.
I have tried to get back into my Dailey Method routine for about 6 months now. Problem is, every time I go, he spends the hour screaming bloody murder in the child care room.
The guilt is over whelming. Oh no, I don’t feel guilty that he’s crying. Let him cry! He has to get over this clinginess. I feel guilty for everyone that has to listen to him or deal with him. Who wants to listen to an 18 months old scream for an hour? Especially when they have other kids to deal with too.
Today was going to be different! Today I went to the 8:45 class with confidence! I had my secret weapon with me. My mini me. My Ellie. I knew if she was there with him, he’d be ok! He would have his sissy with him.
Maybe, just maybe we’d spend the week going every morning and Zach would get use to and even grow to like the child care room with his Ellie there.
How wrong I was. He cried like this for about 45 minutes straight.
I am that Mom with that kid.
I have to find a solution. I need my me time or I’m going to go crazy.