I love him dearly. I understand why he's doing this. At times, though, it is soooo annoying. I know there will be a day not too far in the future that I'll remember these times longingly wishing my dependent little boy was back by my side. The physical hanging on is getting really old. My patience is not on the thick side these days and there are times when I need him to give me a break. The kicking in my back at night or cheek-to-cheek sleeping is not cute, or endearing, or in any way comfortable.
This morning at pre-school drop-off he all of the sudden refused to go in the classroom and starting throwing a fit. I eventually got him in and sitting down at circle time, but when I got up to leave he started sobbing in his hands miserably. Talk about heart string pulls. I'm sure he pulled himself together within a few minutes. They were talking about pond life and frogs and turtles which is something he can talk about for hours. I just wish the separation from me wasn't still so hard on him (and me).