I’ve witnessed some children in Charlotte’s daycare perform this daily ritual of losing their minds when their parents drop them off. They cry, wail, and cling to mom or dad until the teachers expertly distract the child. Come pick-up time they squeal and joyfully run with open arms as their parents scoop them up.
Not our kid. Nope. That behavior is very rare. She can’t wait to get down and play. She darts for the toys and runs to her peers who’s eyes are still fresh with tears from their goodbyes. We come and pick her up and she barely looks up. We have to pry books or toys out of her hands to get her to leave. Her acknowledgement of us comes only in the form of whines for a paci or crackers to eat in the car.
She will offer a hug, smile, and wave when I leave. I cherish that and memorize the image to carry with me during the day because that’s all I’ll get.
Don’t get me wrong. I love that Charlotte is so independent and eager, but is it too much to ask for a little parental longing? ::sigh:: I have to imagine the parents of clingers wish their kids were a little more like my independent child.