On separation

So school is going pretty well, but I think I have separation anxiety. The morning drop-offs continue to be hard. Sebastian didn’t tear up again after the first day, but the way he lets himself be led off with this kind of numb look on his face, I know his anxiety about being able to do what’s expected of him is triggered. I wish he would smile, or skip, or turn around and wave to me. But I feel like he is nervous, and there is no way for me to give him enough hugs through the glass.

And I don’t feel very comfortable myself, because, frankly, I really don’t know what I’m sending him off to. I haven’t met…