I took Goblin to nursery last Friday and on the way he was telling me he was sad and tired. He has started to really enjoy nursery so this didn't feel like a play to get out of going. We got to the door of the nursery and as I was helping him hang up his coat he burst into tears. I asked him "Do you want to come home with me?" and he said yes. The nursery staff looked a bit horrified that I was letting him choose whether to stay. But I could sense something wasn't quite right. You know how you just know when your child isn't being themselves?
I brought him home and we sat and watched TV most of the day, but after lunch he'd perked up and we went swimming. I started to feel like a bit of an idiot. Had I been played. Did Goblin just not want to go to nursery?
Rather than spending another day watching TV we decided to try and go for a walk. In the short time it took to get to the woods Goblin had fallen asleep. So we let him sleep in the car for about an hour, and when he woke up we took him in, carrying him.
The bluebells were out and it was magical. Even an ill Goblin couldn't stay forlorn for long. A good bit of den building and a frolic among the flowers and Goblin was good as new.
I'm not scared of administering calpol and other medicine when needs must, but sometimes a good run in the fresh air can be just what the doctor ordered.
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