I picked up DS from daycare today and while I was waiting for DS to finish getting his diaper changed (how was that for timing?) one of the other little guys in his room was just waking up from his nap and SOBBING hysterically. I mean, choking, can't breathe, crying, hysterical sobbing.
The teacher was trying to comfort him but this little guy just wasn't having it. He saw me and just started in with the pitiful "mom... moooom..... MOOOOOOM" wailing.
I felt physically sick. It took everything in me not to go over to him and scoop him up and cuddle him and hug him. But, of course, I could not because the teacher was with him and, oh yeah, he's not my kid! It absolutely broke my heart to hear this little boy, who is normally so smiley and happy, be so sad.
I have no idea how anyone could listen to their own child cry in such a way and purposefully not comfort him. No clue.
The teacher was trying to comfort him but this little guy just wasn't having it. He saw me and just started in with the pitiful "mom... moooom..... MOOOOOOM" wailing.
I felt physically sick. It took everything in me not to go over to him and scoop him up and cuddle him and hug him. But, of course, I could not because the teacher was with him and, oh yeah, he's not my kid! It absolutely broke my heart to hear this little boy, who is normally so smiley and happy, be so sad.
I have no idea how anyone could listen to their own child cry in such a way and purposefully not comfort him. No clue.












And, you'd be amazed, sometimes people seem to actually think about this info. Who knows when it makes a difference and when it doesn't, but it feels good to have at least said something, even a little something, in hopes it might make that baby's life easier....