Tears – Weds 21st Jan 2015

By | January 21, 2015

Today didn’t start well.

As anticipated yesterday, this morning was peppered (a very generous dose) with anxieties over D attending after-school club today. Pulling on me and demanding cuddles as we walked to school, I don’t give a fig who sees us having a cuddle, D is my priority.

Luckily – as D has to go upstairs to class by herself – her teacher was rounding up another child so I was able to mention her anxieties.

It’s hard to detach myself when she’s like this, wondering how she is and just how much she’s bottling her emotions up. It’s quite bittersweet because whilst she’s at after school club, it gives T and I a chance to chat (if he feels like it) over a trip to Costa, something we don’t get much opportunity to do, have 1;1 time.

And it definitely was bittersweet, because D burst into tears as soon as she saw me, right in the middle of school reception, big sobs and tears that streaked down her face.

I hadn’t been in the usual place. Hubbie had collected us and we’d hit a bit of traffic. So I was two (or so) minutes late. She usually walks down from the hall and sees me waiting, I hadn’t been there.

Big, big cuddles.

In time, she was able to tell me that she’s been worried, she thought I wasn’t collecting her, that she’d be “locked in school all night”, that she’d be forgotten.

Poor D. Lots of reassurance that that would never have happened, that staff would have called, that we didn’t mean to be late.

Still more cuddles needed, thank goodness T was in quite an upbeat mood and didn’t add to D’s angst with some asides, they wouldn’t have helped.

Much later on, she’s calmer, still cuddly but settling. She hasn’t wanted to talk about whether she’d actually enjoyed the after school club or not, it provokes more anxieties after me not being where I usually was.

It’s so difficult, unexpected change isn’t it? Not so much the event, but the aftermath.

I hope everyone’s day has gone well Jx


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MaFt on 21st January 2015 at 10:03 pm.

It’s hard, really hard at times. Mini-MaFt often worries after the event, he wouldn’t be so bothered at the time but days, weeks, months after it’ll be playing on his mind… “You know that time when…” :/


Jeannette on 22nd January 2015 at 10:27 am.

Yep, exactly the same here. Something that you’d assumed had been long forgotten rears its head. Appreciate you reading and commenting J


MaFt on 22nd January 2015 at 12:25 pm.

I’ve recently made a “Doesn’t Matter Anymore” bag. Anything that comes back to his mind that has already been dealt with he writes down and it goes in the bag. It seems to help, I think it’s the physical act of seeing that it no longer matters that helps.


Jeannette on 24th February 2015 at 9:24 pm.

Know what you mean, it’s needs to be visual. We have something similar with a “worry bag”, sometimes it works 🙂


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