That Friday, same procedure. Me leaving as he is freaking out. I lost it. I have not cried taking twins to preschool, kindergarten, or 1st grade. I got Oliver to preschool with no tears. But that was the last straw. It was so heartbreaking to leave with him out of control. As he was flipping out and I was going out the door (don't mind all the other children sitting on the ground like good boys and girls wondering what the crap is that other kid's problem) and I said, "Oliver, calm down." It was awful. I just cried. But then I picked him up to smiles. He met a boy that day (unfortunately he is only in the Friday class) and Oliver calls him "black boy." How do you tell a 4 year old that's inappropriate?!?
No school Monday for Labor Day.
Wednesday we went and I asked him if he could walk back on his own or if I needed to walk him. He said he could do it but he kept coming back to me with, "Um, Mom...." questions trying to postpone going. So then I took his hand and walked back and when we got to the door he let go of my hand and in he went. It was seriously an answer to prayers.
Here we are again on Friday. And here we are again with him throwing a fit. I just don't know what to do. It is so hard. But I am so grateful that Mrs. Melanie is supportive and willing to handle my fit-throwing-child. I'm hoping it gets easier and I'm hoping he will learn to love it. In the meantime, I am a nervous wreck, a bit embarrassed by his behavior, and enjoying it when it's just me and the baby at home for a few hours. Mixed emotions.
Oliver is such a stubborn boy. He does not like to do anything unless it is his idea or his brothers are with him. When I told Papa about this he said he is suffering from twin separation anxiety. That is exactly what it is! I've always said he is like a triplet to my twins. Sheesh....being a momma is tough.