Walking Away

Walking away from him as he sits in the hallway crying, was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. When I was pregnant with the first boy, I was told that for the rest of my life I would never stop worrying about my children. Learning to crawl, walk, talk, read, kick a soccer ball,cuts, bruises,hurt feelings,and so on and so, the feelings are always up higher than one can imagine and lower than you can imagine. Walking away from him knowing he doesn't want to stay, but not knowing why is way beyond anything I ever want to endure again. I've tried everything to figure out what is causing this breakdown at the beginning of school each morning. At first he didn't want to read or do his schoolwork, then he just didn't want to go. He says no one is bothering him at school, he says he's bored, he says all kinds of things, but none seem to be the real answer.I've been in contact with his teacher and she says he's fine after we get over the hump.

Each day has gotten better, he's going in without crying, just a little whine. Nothing too bad. Why did it take him this long?

Walking away is hard, but the Lord knows I'll never walk too far.