Saturday, September 17, 2016

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Matthew has Sunday School in the morning, and I'm feeling a bit nervous about it. It'll only be his second time going, and his first time wasn't exactly successful. I know that he's going to scream and cry when I go to leave him in the room with the teachers, and I've been wracking my brain all night about what I can do to make the transition easier. I'm going to let him bring his doggy backpack. Other than that, I'm just going to have to trust that one of the helpers can sit with him and try to calm him down. If he gets to worked up each time I drop him off and doesn't calm down, I'm just going to have to admit defeat. But I'm going to at least try for a month, month and a half.

There are times when I wish my kid were just a "normal" kid who could go off to Sunday School or daycare like the other kids, without screaming and throwing a huge fit. Other kids who do scream get over it within minutes; Matthew can keep it up for hours. I end up feeling angry, which then makes me feel guilty, because, after all, this is my son, and I'm supposed to be this loving mother who takes everything in stride. I feel like I don't have anyone to talk to about it.

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