A mother’s intuition?

CT and PJ headed off to VBS for the entire week. What is VBS you ask? That would be, Vacation Bible School. Now, I’m no bible banger, but I do go to church (well…I go to church when the planets are all in alignment, there is Sunday school offered and I don’t have a child that is taking a 10:00 am nap). Honestly, I don’t even know what denomination the church is and I really don’t care, all I know is that they would take both my kids for 3 ½ hours and feed them a packed lunch. As long as there were no little red men with horns and pitch forks standing there at the sign in line, can anything really go that wrong?

ANYWAY, this morning CT told me he had a headache and stomach ache and that he didn’t want to go to Bible Camp. Please take 10 steps back with me…During the school year, Clyde had been complaining of headaches, usually on a daily basis. We had LONG discussions with the pediatrician and tried a variety of things related to food, allergies, eyes, etc. Now I never thought for a minute that school could have been the source of the headaches. He loved his school, his teachers and his classmates. Then, summer came. There are no longer complaints of headaches, until this morning, when he needed to head off to Bible Camp.

Bingo, a light in my head came on. It was school. He totally has an anxiety problem.

So, after excusing himself from the breakfast table due to almost throwing-up, he laid down. After about 10 minutes, he decided to come back to the table and try it again. We discussed his concerns and his fears and then he announced he was ready to go.

I piled everyone into the car and headed out. The closer we got the farther down CT slumped in his car seat. I decided to ignore this behavior. He started breathing heavy, then telling me he wanted to go back home and that he wasn’t going in and then making this gagging noise and saying he was going to throw-up. AT 7:30 am I was sympathetic, at 9:00 am I was annoyed, and get over it already…you’ll be fine, you’re just nervous!

I finally got him in, introduced him to the little boy that was sitting next to him and said, “CT this is Atticus, Atticus this is CT, you guys are in the yellow group together, have fun.” And off I went.

Three and a half hours later I picked them up. They had a great time. On the way home I asked CT how his head was, he told me that it still hurt but that it wasn’t because he was nervous, it was because he had so much fun.

I felt his head…I took his temperature…it was 101. Damn, I SOOOO thought I had that one pegged.

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