After breakfast, the nerves start. I fail to realize it.
When I tell her it's time for school, and I want to take her picture before she leaves, she starts screaming. I get pissed. She does her best to appease me but her smile is forced and tight in the photo.
Walking to school she verbalizes to her dad she is scared everyone will be looking at her new jeans. Todd reassures her. Tells her everyone wears jeans. People won't notice.
They get into the school. First teacher they see,
"RILEY! LOOK AT YOUR NEW JEANS!"
Todd desperately tries to "ix-nay on the eeens-jay," but then another teacher rounds the corner,
"RILEY! YOUR JEANS!"
Damn it. We all just love you. We are excited for you and your long awaited jeans.
Todd fears she is about to blow....
And then, a miracle occurs.
Riley says, "I need to see Mrs. M."
She knew her teacher Mrs. M. would help her calm down, and requested to be with her, instead of having a meltdown.
It sucks something she was so excited about could cause such anxiety. She really, really wanted those jeans.
But, she asked for help and she has supportive and loving teachers who willingly provide it.
Call me happy.
Call me sad.
I'm sorry I didn't anticipate your fear, and I'm just so sorry you have to go through it, little love.