Hello everyone ...
I just wanted to share an incident with you that knocked me for six yesterday and left me in tears all evening and dreading the future ...
My DS had a 'do' at kindergarten yesterday. A 'bring your own fish 'n chips' social evening to see out the end of term and to watch a few songs that the children had been practising. I wasn't expecting DS (turned 4 last week) to take part in the singing as he is normally really shy and sensitive but when he went to sit with the other children to perform I was as proud as punch.
The first three songs were fine ... I was choked ... DS was in the front row and singing his heart out, watching me watch him and smiling away ... he was just fab ....
Then it all went pear shaped. The curtain closed ... when it opened again one of the teachers was putting DS at the back (due to a couple of children having to wear masks in the front) and I could tell DS wasn't happy ... they sang a song ... he hung his head and wouldn't take part ...
It was like watching a small volcano erupt ... he got redder and redder and redder until eventually into the 5th song ... (his favourite - going on a bear hunt) he opened his mouth wide ... and howled a blood curdling howl ... he was purple in the face, his mouth was square and tears were flying vertically out of his eyes ....
Totally ruined the song for all the parents and all the children ... I had to step in when the teachers could do nothing to stem the flow. It was awful.
I tried to comfort him but was struggling with my own feelings ... disappointment FOR him that he had been shoved at the back when he had been doing so well ... disappointment IN him for spoiling it for everyone ... feeling excrutiatingly embarrassed that it was MY son out of 40 odd kids that had to do that ... (not to mention the fact that I had to put my hugely pregnant body in the way of everyone's view of their darlings to rescue my angel) ... Anger towards the teachers for putting my little petal out of the limelight ...
He was devastated, I was devastated ...
When we got home and after he went to bed I cried all evening about it ... about the injustice of it ... about his disappointment ... about how can I protect him from disappointment like that again ...
DH (who didn't come to the event) said I was over reacting and being hormonal and that I had to get over it and that DS had to learn that 'that's life' ... and if I couldn't get a grip on a few little songs at kindy then how was I going to cope when he was doing bigger stuff???
He is right in a way ... but that didn't stop me feeling heartbroken for DS ...
Sorry for the ramble ... any pearls of wisdom???
Love, Ghosty ... (still feeling )