We have reached a new tribulation with #lilboo this past week. The school year is coming to an abrupt end this week, and we have noticed an abnormal behavior from #lilboo. This is one derived from a special attachment bond he has with his teacher.
Now do not take any of this the wrong way, we are extremely grateful for all the teachers #lilboo has had in the past, this particularly has been the BEST school and is extremely well suited for him. Everyone is absolutely fabulous there and of course #lilboo is known throughout.
It all started two nights back when #lilboo woke up during the night (he never does this). The first night, he woke up on two different occasions. Not knowing what the issue was at hand…we thought he is pushing some new sort of boundary with us. With lack of sleep, two grumpy parents and an over tired #lilboo the next day we were miffed most of the day.
Then last night, the antics started up again. Two separate occasions he woke up, laying in the hallway half asleep. Now being that the Mrs. took care of the previous night, it was my turn. Well, I am a heavy sleeper….what can I say?! I took care of the first incident while she took care of the second. He kept mumbling something rather that he can’t do it, nothing he can do about it, or I don’t know what to do….so we figured just bad dreams…and put him back to bed. This happens to kids…they have night terrors or nightmares, what are you supposed to do? Comfort them of course.
This leads up to this morning. A very over tired….and I mean OVER TIRED #lilboo did not wake up until 8am. Typically he wakes up around 6am or so. When I heard his door open, I thought yippie we get to spend our day together as today was a holiday and school was closed. However, as someone did not come out to the kitchen I meandered back to his room, only to find him sound asleep in the hallway. Seriously?? I picked him up and took him out to the family room, where he zonked out for another hour or so. Now this is just crazy. Something must definitely be wrong with our son. Puzzled, I let him sleep, covered him up and out he was in lalalaland.
Finally, as he woke up out of his coma state…must have been the rice milk latte. Off we were to begin our day. Meeting up with a #momposse friend of mine, we chatted about the behavior, unbeknown to me, we were not alone with this mysterious tribulation that lay before our eyes. Others are experiencing the same issues at school. All reporting something of the sorts regarding the end of school…..Interesting….
This leads us to the present….what a night it has been. #lilboo had his first official anxiety attack! How the hell is this fair for a four year old?? There was absolutely nothing we could do to console our little boy. This has never happened before. He literally had a meltdown. We had to pry for information, trying to get him to talk to us, explaining what was going through his mind. After a few hours, we were able to nail down the answer, it took awhile, with some hits and misses here and there, but finally….we had an answer.
The attachment bond he has is with his teacher – Ms. Sweetheart. The one and only. She has a way with her kids that is purely amazing! #lilboo has been with her for a year now, last summer. He loves her in a way that only a four year could explain. She is not his mommy nor his daddy….she is herself, that “special person” of whom he bonded with at day one. The one he feels safe and secure with at all times. The one that soothes and comforts him when things get bumpy (we all know how bumpy the life is of a four year old). She is the reason of his misunderstanding of the upcoming changes. A classroom being emptied out, the talk of missing you over the summer, the one encouraging the fascinating future of emotional growth within a little boy that would do absolutely anything for her. He is confused, does not understand the changes, where will she be, will we still have shabbat, who will make hamentashen. Ms. Sweetheart is more than just his teacher, and as we experienced something new in our little boy tonight we know this (as we always have), he has one hell of a BIG HEART!!! Ms. Sweetheart….you know who you are….and I know you’ll read this….thank you for everything you have done for #lilboo. You have made his life, (not like he’s 80 or something), a very fulfilling one as you have witnessed major life developments in him this past year. He will never forget you, nor will we….hells bells a brownstone co-op in the city sure does sound intriguing!
Welcome to the continuation of the YOB Years! Where all you need is a BIG Hug!
Peas Out!
~daddy bookins
