When I was a child, in second grade, I stopped riding the bus home from school.
My parents had four kids, my dad worked from home. And I constantly had a “tummy ache” and would go to the nurse just before the school day ended. So my mom or dad would have to come pick me up.
Was I really so sick all the time??? No. I was anxious.
And it was frustrating for my parents. While they loved me and continued to pick me up and care for me… it was frustrating that time and time again I was getting out of my arranged ride home.
One time our car was broken… and my dad had to walk 3 miles roundtrip with a cold to pick me up because my mom was at the doctor with another child. (oops)
Now as a parent, I can relate to the frustration. It’s frustrating as parents because
… we want our kids to be happy
… we want our kids to be ok separating from us and have a healthy enough attachment that it doesn’t feel like torture when we leave
… we have our own needs that need to be met
You get it the list goes on and on.
When anxiety stops us from living the life we want to live.
…Or stops kids from being able to separate from parents
…Or stops kids from going to school or making friends
Then some intervention and support is needed to manage this big feeling