Finn went back to school yesterday. Not very willingly, I might add. He sniffed and snuffed and coughed and wheezed and tried to convince me that he needed to stay home. He said he wanted to be with me, but I suspect he really wanted to be with the TV because he did a lot of TV watching on Monday and Tuesday while I desperately tried to get some work done.
So he went yesterday and seemed fine when I met him after school.
This morning, he went somewhat willingly so I guess I should take heart in the fact that today it was easier.
We walked over to school early because I had offered to help ring up kids' purchases at the book fair in the library. Kids can come in and buy books before and after school and I like to go in and help out when I can. I really like the librarian--she's a cancer survivor herself and knows Finn's story.
So this morning I was working the cash register and then Finn and Declan went off to their classrooms at 8am. As soon as they were gone, Mrs. M (the librarian) came over to me and said, "I have to tell you what Finn said to me yesterday." Mrs. M was on duty in the lunchroom and Finn walked up to her and tugged her sleeve. She looked down thinking he was going to ask her for help opening his milk or something. Instead, he said, "I miss my mom."
Mrs. M said he said it in a very matter-of-fact way. She is such a kind lady and she pointed out to him that he was heading out for recess and then it would be just a short time after that when I would come pick him up.
He seemed satisfied with this reply and went back to his seat.
I've told that story to Eamonn and my Mom already this morning, and each time I tell it, I get a little twinge in my heart. It makes me giggle, but it also makes me a teensy bit sad.
Growing up can be hard.
Not sure to whom I'm referring with that statement--Finn or myself.