Today was the big day: Kwint's first daycare day. No more mommy, enter big bad world. He's been with me for the last 3 to 4 months, since we took him out of daycare in October after our house got sold, Bart moved to California, and I temporarily moved in with my parents. He hasn't seen too many strangers during these months, and I wasn't too sure how his happy demeanor would be affected when I wouldn't be there.
Sure thing, we stumbled into a major case of separation anxiety. Separation anxiety, for those of you unfamiliar with the concept, is a normal developmental stage in which a child becomes frightened when they enter an unfamliar place or meet unfamiliar people. Obviously, the anxiety is most notable when the child is separated from its parents, hence separation anxiety.
In our case, we're talking about roaming emotions such as feelings of being abandoned, feeling unloved and a general feeling of total loss, in need of reassurance. Yep, I felt it all. And Kwint? He had a lovely day at daycare, was showing everybody his cute smiles and came home a happy baby.
My diagnosis: late onset separation anxiety.
In the category Lucas-talk:
Lucas: "Mama, ik wil je borsten zien."
Ik: "Nou Lucas dat is niet zo netjes om te vragen."
Lucas: "Mama, mag ik je borsten zien?"
In de Ikea
Ik: "Kijk Lucas, daar staat jouw bed. Dat is precies dezelfde."
Lucas (in de auto op de terugweg van de Ikea): "Nou kan ik niet meer slapen thuis. Bed niet thuis."
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