The BIG Dramatic Dropoff...

Kacy was doing okay with getting on the bus and going to school for a couple of days, but then one day all hell broke loose! We were waiting for the bus, and as soon as we saw it come down the street she started saying that her stomach hurt. I could see her little nervousness come out, and I thought we might be in trouble. The bus came, Adilyn got on, and Kacy looked at me right in my eyes and said, "I'm not going to school." Yikes. I just told the bus driver to head on out without us. I was pretty irritated this time because I thought we were over that, but I took her hand and we got in the car. Still, I was confident that she would go into school when we got there. We walked to the school, hand in hand, and she said to me, "I guess I'm not your brave little Kacy anymore..." Heartbreaking...I told her that she was still brave, even though she didn't want to go to school. We got into the school, and she clung to me. I sat down on the bench with her, and I tried to talk her into it. I quickly realized that she really did not want to go. I finally asked a teacher to help us, and I still thought that surely Kacy would give in and just go. The teacher tried to take her by the hand, and Kacy literally wrapped herself around my legs. God bless the teacher, she just peeled her off of me, picked her up and carried her down the hall. All the while, Kacy is yelling, "No, Mommy, no!" It was so awful and so traumatic! It took everything I had not to just say, "Screw it, let's go home!" Anyway, I made it back to the car, and I lost it. I don't think that I have ever been so sad to leave a kid at school, not when they were tiny in daycare or sick or tired or ever! I cried all the way home, woke Cory up and cried some more. My heart was just broken for her, and I hated that she was so upset by the whole situation. I put a post on facebook about how sad it was to see her so sad, and everyone was so nice. All my sweet girl friends called me and gave me a little pep talk and encouragement. It made me feel so much better. I emailed her teacher, and she said that she was just fine after a few minutes, and that she seems happy all day. I really believe that she just doesn't like to leave me. I think she remembers how great it was to be home, to sleep in, to watch tv, to hang out around the house, and just relax. Let's just hope that she eventually realizes that this is what she has to do, and she gets over hating it so much. Poor girl!