My five year old had a show at school today. He was told beforehand that he would NOT be coming home after the show, and was a little upset about it. Parents were also told that we would not be allowed to speak to our kids after the show, just a wave goodbye.
Fast forward to the show. It was almost done, and the fire alarm in the school went off. Not a drill (turns out not a fire, either). All of the parents and students have to file out the doors. My husband is a firefighter, so my son is hyer aware of fire.
The show is announced as over, and the parents all head out to their cars. The students were all filing in. My son's class walked right by us, and he was at the end of the line, crying hysterically with a bloody nose. His teacher was holding his hand, but he was bleeding. I walked a ways with him (I know it was against the rules, but he was bleeding and the mom in me took over). He got more upset, saying he wanted to go home.
I was in the process of calming him down when a teacher - and also a DCM - came up behind me, swooped him away and said, "You need to go. YOu know you can't do this." She pulled him away from me, as he was screaming and crying.
I got in my car and went home. He is still at school, and my heart is broken. I know he will be fine, but I hate the way the whole thing happened.
Talk me off the ledge, ladies!
Fast forward to the show. It was almost done, and the fire alarm in the school went off. Not a drill (turns out not a fire, either). All of the parents and students have to file out the doors. My husband is a firefighter, so my son is hyer aware of fire.
The show is announced as over, and the parents all head out to their cars. The students were all filing in. My son's class walked right by us, and he was at the end of the line, crying hysterically with a bloody nose. His teacher was holding his hand, but he was bleeding. I walked a ways with him (I know it was against the rules, but he was bleeding and the mom in me took over). He got more upset, saying he wanted to go home.
I was in the process of calming him down when a teacher - and also a DCM - came up behind me, swooped him away and said, "You need to go. YOu know you can't do this." She pulled him away from me, as he was screaming and crying.
I got in my car and went home. He is still at school, and my heart is broken. I know he will be fine, but I hate the way the whole thing happened.
Talk me off the ledge, ladies!
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