{"id":2521,"date":"2013-08-12T08:42:07","date_gmt":"2013-08-12T12:42:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mayahoodblog.com\/?p=2521"},"modified":"2013-08-09T17:45:13","modified_gmt":"2013-08-09T21:45:13","slug":"the-five-day-progression-of-toddler-separation-anxiety","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mayahoodblog.com\/the-five-day-progression-of-toddler-separation-anxiety\/","title":{"rendered":"The five day progression of toddler separation anxiety"},"content":{"rendered":"
Two\u00a0weeks ago\u00a0I did the unthinkable… I dropped my son off at a day-camp and I DIDN’T STAY! (Yes, I’m shuddering at the horror too).\u00a0 My son Kyle is almost\u00a0three years old and will be starting nursery school in September.\u00a0 I figured I better get him ready for “mommy isn’t staying with me?” situation and signed him up for a 2-hour day camp for two weeks.\u00a0 I also joyfully welcomed\u00a0some alone time, which I haven’t had much of since\u00a0baby #2 arrived.\u00a0 Here’s how the week unfolded for those of you\u00a0might be facing similar separation anxiety from you little one.<\/p>\n
Day 1 –\u00a0Surprise!<\/em><\/p>\n Walking\u00a0to class I hear a soft voice whisper “I don’t want to go to class” yet I remain strong and continue forward.\u00a0 We’re in class and everything is “okay” except for a pouty\u00a0lip here and there. The eyes are getting watery, but there’s no tears yet.\u00a0 We’ve spoken about this day for a few weeks now, even months.\u00a0 So we’re FULLY prepared to be left “alone” in the class for a few hours to play and have fun until mommy comes back.\u00a0 After a long hug and kiss, I walk out and immediately hear my son wailing and calling for me.\u00a0 It’s as if he’s surprised that I left him alone.\u00a0 I hesitate for a moment, thinking of going back in there to grab my son who must be in physical pain but then I realize the truth.\u00a0 I hover\u00a0around the corner, out of sight, listening to my son cry and call for me at the classroom door.\u00a0 I wait 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes to what seems like eternity until he’s finally carried away by one of the teachers.\u00a0 I decide it’s time for me to make my move as well.\u00a0 After all, I only have\u00a0two “free” hours and I had so much planned for the day. As I return to pick up my son, I sneak a peek through the glass and see him sitting happily on the mat listening to story time.\u00a0\u00a0Before I leave, I ask the teacher how the day unfolded.\u00a0 She told me that\u00a0he continued to cry for half an hour after I left, and he had a few other start-stop crying incidents afterwards.<\/p>\n