That Kid is Mine...

Well, Lee and I determined that the only logical explanation for the overwhelming mood swings that take place in Nicolas from day to day, hour to hour, and sometimes minute to minute can only be explained by the sheer fact that he is indeed, my child.
It's absurd, really. Yesterday he had the complete meltdown (see yesterday's blog) and last night, the meltdown continued. I had worship team rehearsal last night and the poor child literally flung himself on me to try to get me to stay home or take him with me. Very needy, to say the least.
This morning, however, he woke up all smiles, ate, got dressed, brushed his teeth and then INSISTED that I drop him off in the "car line" - NOT walk him inside to his classroom. "Mom," he says, "it's been a week, I know where the room is."
I guess deep down, there's this demented part of me that in some way enjoyed the little meltdown yesterday. That part of me that wants him to need me, wants him to want to spend time with me, wants him to beg me to stay home with him. The same part that is scared to death of him getting out of my car and walking to his classroom by himself, even if I'm pulled right up to the front door of the school.
In any case, it's clear to all involved that he is definitely a mere product of his environment. With all of his crazy mood swings, which do nothing but enhance my own mood swings, it's hard to determine who needs to be on prozac more...