Tomorrow is the big day! Samuel starts his Applied Behavioral Analysis (ABA) therapy school. He took a late nap today, and it is nearly midnight, and he is finally sleeping. I hope so much that this doesn’t make for a grouchy baby tomorrow.
I washed his clothes, packed snacks and lunch, labeled diapers and wipes, tucked in a few of his favorite things, washed his new blanket, got out his new nap mat, labeled sippy cups, and on and on.
I thought that doing all of these things would help me feel more in control of my emotions. But, alas, it didn’t.
I have been so weepy on and off for the last 3 days.
Fast forward to this morning:
I finally fell asleep; I just couldn’t finish my blog last night. Exhaustion set in.
We dropped Samuel off at 8:30 this morning, and as they walked him
back, he looked at me like, “Where am I going, Mama?”
It just broke me. I started sobbing like the over-protective mother that I am. Scott went with me, and I am grateful for that.
I am home now, and I am not sure how I feel. I am already missing kissing his little squishy face and neck. Sigh….
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