Micah, the first born and a sensitive child, has serious separation anxiety.
For the first 6 weeks, he would still moan and whine about missing me while on the way to school. On the good days, he will talk about the things he likes about school but sprinkled lavishly with a string of "But I will miss you, Mommy..."
These days we have these kind of repeated conversations sprouting sporadically through the day. It could be in the car on the way to school, or on the way back, in the garden, or at the dining table, in the showers or at Ah Ma's house. It always starts with:
" I love you, Mommy."
"I love you too."
"Is that why you want me to go to school? Because it's good for me?"
"Then I can learn new things?"
"Then I can come back and teach you the new things too?"
"Yes, and teach Max too. "
"I love school. It's a lot of fun. Is that why you wish you could come to my school too.?"
"Yes. Your teachers are very good and you have so many friends and you do such interesting things..."
"But you can't. You're too old to come to my school. How about you come and teach in my school?"
Never mind my explanation... You can just see how he is coping with wanting Mommy still.
But we are getting better.
Micah at 2 years old.