Saying that my little people experience “separation anxiety” is an understatement. As a baby, Crusader would cry until he threw up (my, how the tables have turned on that front, but that’s another post for another day…). Now we’re dealing with M&M, who’s elected to go the kicking and screaming route. I’ve tried the “just walk away,” “stay and get him acclimated,” “let him hear you say goodbye,” and “sneak out” methods, but to no avail. Until today, when I held him, pried his little fingers from my shirt, and per his request and under his wary eye, watched him make shapes out of Play Doh before reassuring him, “Mommy’s not leaving for good. I’m just going to my class, but I’ll be back. I promise. I’ll be back to check on you.” Then I left him without a whimper from either of us. It’s that same promise from God that gives me hope to keep pressing: “Robin, I’m right here. You can’t see me, but I’m with you always. I’ve got you. I’m coming back.” Until He returns I can keep plugging away in my little play group, sharing my toys, listening and learning, assured of my loving Father’s return and continuous watchful care. Does it comfort you? If so, then go, play nice. “And the LORD, He is the One who goes before you. He will be with you, He will not leave you nor forsake you; do not fear nor be dismayed.” Deuteronomy 31:8
Never Alone
