There had been hints of it last week, but the signs of separation anxiety were unmistakable last night as I handed Caleb over to the church nursery worker. Well-rested and recently fed, my son crumpled into tears as he realized he was in the arms of another woman. I worried about him all through prayer meeting, and jumped from my seat at the last "Amen." Sure enough, when I got to the door of Caleb's room, he was in the swing crying. Tears, snot, drool...he'd been crying for awhile. I asked how he did, and received the reply, "Oh...well...he's been okay. It's been off and on...." That's the nice way to say my kiddo cried the whole hour.
And today he's been happily playing. I leave the room to grab a drink or get my phone from the other room and he starts to cry again. Not the unhappy, "Mom, why aren't you playing with me," cry, but the "Mom? Mom?? MOM!! Where's my MOMMY???!!" kind of cry. I'm sure you've all heard a child with that cry, and now that child is mine.
Anyone have tips or suggestions for this stage? I knew it was coming--well, I hoped in my naive mind that Mr. Laid-Back himself would bypass it--but I really don't know what to do now that it's here!