Today was Sean’s first day of school. As I walked him down the hall to his classroom, I passed some of my neighbors who had just dropped off their children. They were sniffling and dabbing at their eyes, overcome with separation anxiety. I felt like a rotten mother because I was not crying. I was having a hard time suppressing the happy dance.
Although he protested the entire way to school, as soon as we got to his room he made a bee line for the Brio train set and immediately forgot that he had a mother, so I went on my merry way. As I walked out of the building looking forward to going to Home Depot without having to sit astride every single riding lawn mower in stock, I saw another weeping neighbor coming towards me and I tried to work up a few tears for appearances. It’s just not very convincing when you’re doing the happy dance.
This is how I deal with separation anxiety.