At times like these, I worry. Even if it's for an hour, or the duration of the drive home from my in laws', I get concerned that something will go wrong. Silly, I know - perhaps even tempting to brand myself an overprotective mum, but I suppose I'm not alone when I say that I am of the opinion that only momma would understand the child and attend to him in the way which he is most used to.
So on two separate occasions last week, when I had to work late on one day and was down nursing a bad flu at home a few days later, I worried about how he would be with Daddy on the drive home. As per the usual practice, he will always reach out for my hand the moment he is seated on his car seat. He will curl his hands in mine and we will hold hands, the entire journey - wherever we're headed to.
Truth be told, these are moments which I treasure. He leans against my arm, and we will be lost in our own thoughts. He sometimes falls asleep, but he will never let go.
The usual routine on a given weekday is for the hubs to pick me up from work, and we will make our way down to my in laws' to pick the boy up. We will have dinner there, and head on home after that. The scheduled meeting will end at around 9.30pm, and so this means that instead of me picking the kid, he would have to pick his mymmeh up instead.
I fussed almost from the time I knew I had the meeting scheduled. I worried that he will be upset, and heaped the long suffering husband with lots of cautionary measures and warnings to not turn around even if BabyMoo is screaming his little head off. On the day itself, I put his toy cars in the cup holders of his car seat as a source of distraction, and hoped that he will be fine.
After the meeting, I waited anxiously for them, short of wringing my hands and pacing the lobby. I half expected to see a tear streaked face when I opened the car door, but there was nothing but smiles from the two favourite boys in my life. I queried DaddyMoo on how he was throughout the journey... and of course he was on a perfect 'if-all-kids-were-this-sweet-they-won't-be-kids' behaviour. The cars weren't even touched.
One would think I would actually relax after that, right? Wrong. A few days later, I still fussed when I was too ill to be at work and came home straight after a visit to the doctor's. I wanted to make my way down in the evening to my in laws' to pick him up, only to be scolded (deservedly so) by the hubs who told me not to be foolish.
BabyMoo came home with Daddy, gave me a hug, and ran to his mini race track to play with his cars. I was informed (by a very smug husband) that he told Daddy to GoGoGo! and pointed out his favourite car when they passed the huge billboard entering the expressway. Other than that, he was humming to himself, and wasn't concerned about Mummy's absence. *sob*
I know I worry too much. I think, deep in my heart, perhaps I was even expecting him to have a meltdown or cry during the journey because I'm not there. So it didn't happen. Get a grip on yourself, woman!
BabyMoo will be starting Playgroup in March. I'm worrying myself silly over that prospect, too - even though I'm sure he will be fine. I hope *I* will be fine.
'Separation anxiety' usually happens once they are able to recognise people and faces, and are not able to locate familiar ones. They usually grow out of it, right?
I don't think I ever did.
|Look Mymmeh!! I can even take the bus on my own!|
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