I worried the whole 2 hours and 40 minutes, while cleaning up body fluids and soothing a sick, feverish, lethargic #6. But a frantic call never came. When I picked Logan up after school, the Para told me Logan had asked to go home, but only once. I was relieved, and oh so very happy with this outcome!
We got home, settled #6 back in bed with his crackers, electrolyte filled sports drink, and the TV remote, and Logan had his lunch. Things were REALLY quiet, and I took the opportunity to throw in a load of laundry. When I came out of the laundry room and checked on the twinnies, my heart melted. Logan was snuggling his brother, and whispering, their heads close together. "Brother, I will always come back. Logan will never leave you alone again. I will wait for you." They were snuggled together, #6 asleep and Logan almost in dreamland, and my Momma heart was all kinds of mushy and full and ready to burst.
I am full of pride in the way Logan handled school by himself. When we explained the reason he was going to school alone yesterday, we told him that it was our turn to take snack, and Miss Patti needed him to be the "snack hero" or else all his friends would be sad and hungry after playing on the playground. But I think the little whispered promises speak volumes about that "twinnie connection". They are a part of each other, and miss each other excessively when they are not together. I don't know that the result would have been nearly as smooth if the roles had been reversed, and #6 was the one going to school alone. He seems to feel trauma of separation more acutely.
But my babies are growing up, and they aren't babies anymore. It's bittersweet. It's time to loosen those apron strings... just a little... and I'm having a hard time getting used to the idea.