PHXscuba
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I read something in a parenting book that really hit home for a control-freak perfectionist like me.
It said, "Focus on being a good parent, not on having "good kids." Basically, I took it to mean that we should do everything we can to raise our children right (sounds like you are), but that our children's choices, reactions, temperment are their own and they have their own free will.
All of us grownups have bad days, so do our kids. Each of mine has been through a couple rounds of separation anxiety but gets over it eventually. Give her lots of love, but stay strong and know that "this too shall pass."
PHXscuba
It said, "Focus on being a good parent, not on having "good kids." Basically, I took it to mean that we should do everything we can to raise our children right (sounds like you are), but that our children's choices, reactions, temperment are their own and they have their own free will.
All of us grownups have bad days, so do our kids. Each of mine has been through a couple rounds of separation anxiety but gets over it eventually. Give her lots of love, but stay strong and know that "this too shall pass."
PHXscuba
(kidding- does anyone ever really KNOW they're a great mom?) most of the time anyway, and my dd went through this as she graduated from one daycare class to another. It was a huge ordreal and went on for about two weeks. Every day at drop off she'd cling, cry, beg for me to stay and the teachers would have to pry her off me. I'd go upstairs to my desk, sit in my cube crying over what a horrible mom I am, then get a call from the teacher saying she is happily playing with the other kids and making a necklace out of painted pasta on a string. After about 2-3 weeks it got much better and now she happily goes to school each day.


But the teacher always held him & told me to go he was fine.

She asked him to be her early morning helper. Every morning just before school started, he (along with a few other children) would meet the counselor in her room and be given some little task to do. He would help her until the bell rang each morning. This helped us tremendously because it allowed him to focus on helping her rather than his anxiety.