Mama’s Yellow Chair

This summer, you were getting to be such a big boy.  You were growing by leaps and bounds in your physical, emotional, and vocal development.  You were also about to become a big brother.

Everyone told me that now that you were two and a half years old, I should send you to pre-school.  I know that they were looking out for both of us – we have always been so attached and with your sister on the way, it would be good if you became more independent.  I saw the value in this, but my gut told me you weren’t quite ready… and perhaps, neither was I.

Instead of waiting until after your sister’s arrival and having you feel that I was sending you away because of the new baby, I signed you up for a summer camp program at a prospective pre-school.  We talked and role-played about it and you were excited.  We even got you your very own backpack.

The first day of camp, I held your hand as we walked down the hall to meet your teachers.  Your eyes lit up with delight at the sight of all the new toys.  I hugged you goodbye and went down the hall.  I was going to stay in the building just in case you needed me.  I found a spot in the library and immediately began sobbing.  You were growing up.  Maybe you didn’t need me so much anymore.

Forty minutes in to camp, I was marveling at how well you were doing.  I peeked through the window once or twice and was both proud and sad.  I made sure you didn’t see me, but I wanted to tell you what a great job I thought you were doing.

I went back to the library and sat, not quite knowing what to do with myself.  Then, I heard a familiar cry.  The teachers had instructed everyone to clean up for snack time.  It was now quiet and focused, and it was then that you realized that I wasn’t there.  Although the teachers tried and tried to comfort you, you wouldn’t settle down.  I paced up and down the hall, my heart breaking, wanting so badly to rescue you, but not wanting to impose on the class.  After what was seemingly an eternity (but was only about three minutes), I was given the nod through the window.  I came in and held you as tight as I could, always reassuring you that you were safe and loved and that, even if you couldn’t see me, Mama was never far away.

You requested that I stay with you, and the teachers allowed it.  I pulled up a yellow chair and sat in the corner of the classroom.  I watched as you interacted with the other children, explored on your own, and took in the whole experience.  You came back for hugs now and again, but as long as you could see me, you were fine.

The next day of camp, you asked if I was going to leave.  I told you that I had to go down the hall to give them a check and I would be right back.  I asked your permission to leave.  You told me I could go and I reassured you that if you needed me, I would come back.  I hugged and kissed you and walked out of the room.  You went to the art area and started painting a picture.  I sighed a sigh of relief and began my journey down the hall.  Seven minutes later, as my check got handed to the registrar, I felt it.  I couldn’t yet hear you, but I felt you.  My pace picked up as I rushed back down the hall.  I knew it was you.  The aide met me in the hall – she was on her way to find me.  I went in and held you as you sobbed and caught your breath.  “Let’s go home,” you told me in a shaky voice.  I took you outside, reassured you, nursed you, and held you close.  We decided after you regained your composure to go back in and play some more, with the condition that I stayed in the corner in my yellow chair.

Some would say, “Let him cry.  He’ll get over it eventually.”  Others would say, “He’s just not ready.  Try again in a few months.”  I chose an option in between.  I wanted you to have the experience.  I wanted you to socialize with other kids.  I wanted you to gain some independence.  I wanted you to learn how to let others attend to your needs.  What I didn’t want was to traumatize you.  I didn’t want you to fear the separation even more.  I didn’t want you to feel abandoned.  I didn’t want you to feel unloved.

So, every other day, we went to camp.  And every other day, I sat in the corner.  And every other day, I watched you play and grow.  You weren’t ready and I don’t know when you will be.  You still wanted me and I was okay with that.  One day you’ll be ready and one day you may not need me as much anymore.  But wherever you go, whatever you need, I’ll always be there for you, my love… sitting in the corner, in Mama’s yellow chair.


10 responses to “Mama’s Yellow Chair”

  1. JDaniel4's Mom Avatar

    You are such a wise mom! I love that you stayed!

    1. Amy Avatar

      Thank you. I felt staying was the right thing, even though I was hoping he’d gain some more independence. He’s only little once, right?

  2. Glitter Panda Avatar

    That was beautiful! Made my eyes tear up and made me remember a similar experience with my own son…it seems like it was yesterday, but it was 6 years ago!

    1. Amy Avatar

      Thanks. I’m guessing your son eventually went to school and you’re not sitting in the corner…? 😉

  3. Judith kawalek Avatar
    Judith kawalek

    Oh, Amy! This is so touching and beautiful! Every child needs to know that “Mama will always be there for them, waiting in her yellow chair”! I am in tears and can hardly breathe. You have brought back so many memories and said what I feel for my children, grandchildren and all children. You are a gifted writer.

    1. Amy Avatar

      Thank you so much! The love of a mother / grandmother trumps it all!

  4. Christina Avatar

    Oh, I love this. We’ve only done 30 minutes at the gym’s daycare a few times, and I watched Lu the entire time through the huge windows. Seeing him interact with the other kids, and marveling at how grown up he seemed, had me in tears. Pride at his amazing development, mixed with the sting of a fleeting babyhood.

    1. Amy Avatar

      Christina, your last line here says it all!

  5. carrie Avatar

    Wow– I was reading along thinking of my own little guy who just turned 3. We’ve been talking about what we want him to do next year as he is ready for Something, but we can’t decide what. Then, that last paragraph caught me off guard and I am sitting here with tears on my cheeks. Why do we think that they have to grow up so quickly– they are only little once and we find ourselves trying to get them to that “next thing” as quick as possible, when what we should be doing is loving them at whatever stage they are in and at whatever pace they are ready for changes.

    Love this!

  6. Emmie Avatar

    Love, love, love this! I so admire you for listening to your own mama voice and not everyone else’s!

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