Yesterday Nana’s school celebrated Earth Day – translated as parents joining their children for a brown bag lunch of turkey sandwiches, chips and water on the playground. Oh, and bubbles. Lots and lots of bubbles.
It was cool for me because I got to meet some of the other children. Wood gets to see all of them in their natural state when he picks her up, but when I drop off in the morning, the kids are all in one room and I don’t really get a chance to hang out and learn who is in her class.
All of the other children eat part of their sandwiches and chips and run off to play with the bubbles. Of course, my child was unbothered. Couldn’t care less. She was completely nonplussed by all the activity and chaos that surrounds her and was totally focused on finishing every morsel of her bag lunch. She was made for this family ’cause when I’m hungry, I don’t care what the rest of ya’ll are doing either. Go ‘head Nana.
After playing around with the bubbles, it was time to go back to the classroom for nap and for the parents to leave.
My baby cut the fool. You hear me? No, ya’ll don’t hear me.
When I first met her for lunch, she seemed to start gathering her food together and I had to slow her down and show her that we were eating together. But once lunch was over and she recognized that I was leaving without her, she was not having it. I have never seen her throw a tantrum before but she laid out on the concrete, kicked her feet and screamed at the top of her lungs. I tried to rock her and sing a song to get her calmed down for nap-time but she was just so unconsolable. I eventually had to leave her to the care of the teachers – screaming.
It was awful. I wasn’t embarrassed but I felt really out of control and concerned that my leaving might be triggering memories from previous experiences.
And mind you, this tantrum scene was playing out in different ways for many other parent/child duos. A straight up cacophony of crying that was absolutely mind-boggling. I just could not understand why they offered this luncheon if they had any idea that the children were going to have such a hard time with their parents leaving.
Man…Earth Day was the worst day, now I sip red wine ’cause I’m thirst-ay…and it’s all good.