When I left Cappers at school this morning she was crying her sweet little heart out. She didn't know why.
Inside I was crying even harder. I had a job to go to this morning and I couldn't stay to be with her. I walked her down to the assembly line, told her I would wait right over there until after assembly and then watch as she went to class.
"Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart," I said. "The day has only just begun."
Leaving a sad child is the hardest thing. Not having the time to sit them down and get to the bottom of what's troubling them. Life can be so overwhelming for little people (and for big!), it feels a bit like abandonment to walk away. Leaving them struggling on their own like that.
I told her teacher that she was suddenly sad, that she had been okay until the bell rang. When I left her she was holding hands with her teacher being lead off to class, her face stricken. My darling Cappers, I thought. She's not a big hand-holder, she must really be feeling low.
And off I walked, a little bit teary myself. Lost and adrift. I waited for a phone call all day, but none have come.
I'm off to collect her now. When we get home, I will sit her down and try to talk to her about this morning. Hopefully she will look at me like I'm a little bit crazy. I can't even remember this morning, she will say incredulously, give me a hug and skip off to play.
How do you support your sad child?
[Image by David Urbanke]