The week Ryan left for China, I found myself in an unusual (to us) predicament where I needed a babysitter several times throughout the week.
1. I wanted to go to Ryan's show and knew that it was important to him as well, so Ryan's stepmom watched Ezra for the evening.
2. I went to church and felt socially obligated to put him in the nursery. (not by anyone in particular, just overall culturally.)
3. I needed to attend a class to maintain my child life certification, so my friend watched Ezra.
4. I took my friend's granddaughter-in-law maternity shopping, and she insisted on watching Ezra while we were gone.
FOUR times in one week. I dare say he has been without one of us less than 12 times in his life, so 4 times in one week was A LOT. I know to some that is nothing, especially if both parents have to work. But for Ezra (and me) it was a lot. It was not ideal...and I think both of us were stressed because of it. On top of that, Ryan was gone, which was hard for Ezra to understand that he would also be coming back...to him, he was just gone. And I think that made me having to leave him even harder, him not knowing if I'd be returning since clearly Ryan had not yet returned.
This experience was the cherry on top for me to realize that Ezra
needs us. It is good that he needs us. He has healthy attachment with us. And, I want to continue to foster that and let him know he can trust us.
I had started writing this article for
Uncommon Childhood before this experience of leaving him with babysitters, and then finished it after returning from Michigan. While we were in Michigan Ezra wanted me to hold him 99% of the time he was held. I think this was because of our previous week in which he wasn't sure if I'd be leaving or staying. It was very clear to me that he needed to be reassured I wasn't going anywhere.
I feel like there are social pressures all around me telling me that I need to leave him with people so he gets used to it. But, deep down, I just can't agree with that. For us, it just doesn't feel right.
So out of all that, came
this article that I wrote for Uncommon Childhood last week.
And, this past Sunday I found that the church has a "cry room" where Ezra can play while we listen to the sermon...so perfect for us.