Wishing I was telepathic or something…
Today is Shelby’s second day having hot lunch. I worked with the school district’s food service office to figure out which foods were safe for him & which weren’t. He was pretty excited about being able to have hot lunch two times a week, like Annie is doing…
Yesterday was the first day. He told me, in the morning, that he wasn’t feeling very confident about it and I decided to work from home so that I could go in & eat lunch with him.
Today is his second day. And, I went into work, 25 min away from home/school.
When Allison got home from school at 11:15 or so (finals week), she got a call from Shelby’s teacher, saying that he wanted me to come in & eat lunch with him. She IM’ed me & told me to call the teacher. I did, but by that time, there was no way I could get to the school by 11:35a for lunch… I talked to Shelby on the phone & let him know how confident I was that he could do it & that he would be safe.
He was holding back tears while talking to me, panicking, afraid.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
And now, I sit, wondering how he’s doing. Wishing I could be there.
I will call his classroom again in a few minutes, to talk to him (it’s like 17 below today - they’re having indoor recess, I’m sure).
The worrying is killing me - the desire to be there beside him.
12:15p - update. I just called him. He said it went fine. His teacher told me, before giving him the phone, that she had asked another student to go sit with him & that probably helped (his best friend is not at school today, for some reason, which, I’m sure, compounded his fears)
