I had a whole different post planned for today, but it’s not seeming terribly relevant at the moment. Maybe later.
Matt dropped Simon off at Keneseth Israel this morning, and he began crying the minute he realized where he was. He managed to give the school director a high-five at the door, but this promising beginning soon dissolved into whimpers in the hall and full-on shrieking once he arrived at his classroom. When Matt left, Lana and Laura were attending to Simon while he cried and lifted his arms to Matt, begging to go home.
Matt tells me the other kids seemed fine. I feel terrible. I’m sure we’ll get through this, but knowing that Simon is more upset than any of the others is not making me feel good this morning. I’ve got so much work to do that my head is about to explode, but instead all I can think about is Simon. And let me tell you, this has triggered the catastrophic thinking like nothing else in ages. Will I need to withdraw him? Will they kick him out for being a disruption? Is he fundamentally under-socialized?
The most likely scenario is that he will continue to cry for a week or so, then settle into the school and have a great time. That’s what they tell me, and that’s what I’m trying very hard to hold on to. I know this. I know this. I know this. But I really wish I could go pick him up right now and have Molly back for six months.