chasingrabbits

As an educator it is an occupational hazard I guess to want your children to develop quickly and be learning constantly

. I was blessed to find a woman last year to watch my son at our home. It was so convenient and they grew to love each other very much. It is hard to watch a child and not be very attached I am sure. This year after I spent the Summer filling all of his waking moments with activities and stimulus I decided it was time to try a preschool. The first day came to take him to his new school and I was filled with excitement mixed with anxiety. I was so excited for him to learn new things and be around other fun friends his age. Only three days into week one, he had two ear infections and strep throat. I knew that this would be one of the drawbacks of his new school but I didn't know how hard it would be to pick him up and see his nose constantly dripping and coughing like crazy and, I am sure I am imagining this but he looked at me as if I was responsible for his misery. Week 2 was not any easier. Week three I received a phone call during class alerting me that Hudson had tripped and hurt his mouth and probably needed stitches. My heart pounded out of my chest. I pictured him drenched in his own blood screaming for his mother. It is one thing for your child to be hurt while you are watching him but, something entirely different when he is under someone elses' care. I flagged someone down to watch my class while I went to check on my boy. I arrived in a panic rushed to his room, and scooped up my child. I start checking his mouth and I can't find any gash or wound to speak of. I looked at his keepers questionably for an explanation. They looked at me puzzled before it dawned on them that it was another HUDSON that had been hurt,... not mine. Panic turned to relief. I was thrilled that I wasn't going to be making a trip to the emergency room . However, my heart sank at the thought of this happening again. What if it had been something more serious, and the wrong mother was contacted, what if I was the mother of the other HUDSON next time and wasn't informed right away of my injured son? what if.. what if? Before I reached the edge of the parking lot I was on the phone to my son's former nanny asking, no begging for her return. She gladly accepted. I pondered my decision and decided that I would much rather have piece of mind and a happy son than a sick little boy that knows his ABC's. You may say that I am a first time mom or that I am over protective and maybe you are right but, for now I want my son whole and happy, he has the rest of his life for school!