Last May I was laid off from my teaching job and we spent all of of our days together. He thrived during the summer, surrounded by his entire family and a revolving door of neighborhood kids who came over to entertain him. There was always someone to splash with at the neighborhood pool, a crew of kids to follow around the pond on his big wheel, a big sister happy to play school or "momma and baby" with him.
August rolled around. Big Yankee moved 1230 miles away. The big kids went to school. ALL DAY. People asked me where I was sending him to preschool. Was he going to Mother's Day Out and where?
He's my baby. My last one. He is going to kindergarten next year. I've worked full time most of his life. I will likely be working full time again if we can ever make this move happen. Maybe it was selfish but I wanted him home with me. Maybe it's because I didn't know how to be at home all day? Maybe it's because I knew I would be lonely? Maybe it's because I felt guilty about all that we have put him through these last 18 months?
We've been home together every second of every day. And now the formerly easy going, flexible kid HATES going somewhere new. He cried, screamed, yelled and clenched up his little 5 year old fists and stomped his feet when we attempted the gym child care. He tenses up when I suggest he GO to a friend's house to play. He doesn't like going to the neighborhood park because "there's so many other kids."
He is becoming a social hermit who seems to has lost his self confidence around other kids and I can't help but wonder if I am ruining him by being selfish and keeping him with me?
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