Ripped from my arms

Have you ever had one of those moments that if you could you would just blast everyone away from you and comfort your little one close. Today I had one of those moments. I highly encourage Little T's independence but I also fully believe in keeping my word to him. "my word is my bond"

Well today we tried out a new church and I thought the greeter were just trying social engineer little T into feeling comfortable into going into the preschool room, something I had told him he did not have to do and he could sit with me if he could behave. Well low and behold they were also social engineering me too. I should have known better, I do know better but I was so focused on comforting that little T , and I truly didn't think they would gang up on me like that being our first time at the church.

I sat through the entire service angry and resentful, I wanted to leave and lash out. Luckily my husband is much more amazing and logical that I am and kept me from acting one my emotions. When I did go pick up little T a little early, I couldn't bear it any longer he was happy and playing which made me feel better but I still have such anger toward those whom social engineered me and in my mind ripped my crying son out of my arms. Something I will never forget and something that will NEVER happen again.

There have been times that I have left little T when he has been upset but it has always been my decision based on my knowledge of the situation. This time the decision was taken from me and my son ripped from my arm instead of letting him sit a few minutes in a worship service. In the past I have know the care takers trusted them and I know my son the decision to keep him with me or put him in a class should never be taken away and it will NEVER be taken from me again.

I am just truly thankful that the class ended up going well and he did end up enjoying himself however how the circumstance was initially handled was inexcusable. Have you ever had a time where you child was taken away, I know there are many worse circumstances out there than this? or a time where you wanted to send everyone away and just hold you crying child?