This isn’t our summer. We knew if before it even started.
Sure, we had a busy, fun-filled week with our visitor, and have plans—many plans—-coming up that whisper of escape and sun and splashing and laughter.
But, when one child is suffering, we are all suffering. Even if we smile and laugh and splash.
We now have a diagnosis after an exhausting, tear-filled Wednesday: social anxiety, with a side dish of separation anxiety. Not terribly uncommon among adolescents, though not so extreme for most.
The bad news is it won’t go away on its own.
The good news is we have a plan to move forward that includes lots of outside support from people not so emotionally attached as we are. In other words, people who can deal with this without crying (yeah, hi, I’m a crier).
I just know I’d give just about anything to have my smiling girl back.
Summer is calling.