The child is in bed; clutching a warm pillow to its tum... With the impending onset of school we are having some, presumably subconcious, regressing of various bits and pieces; which in the case of our son means his relationship to his innards, to which it appears he feels wholely prisoner.
Our boy will do anything to try to trap the renegade product of his own body so it can never force him to sit for those few calamatous moments when something gets away from him. Perhaps it's a control issue - he says over and over again that he just 'can't keep it in'. No matter how many times I tell him he shouldn't try, that he should let it out, he just won't agree. He would rather strut around all day with an uncomfortable and possibly slightly sticky undercarriage than lose his grip on his own body for the smallest moment.
We've had this before and he always overcomes it - he's perfectly capable of managing himself, he just, at the moment, doesn't want to do it. He also doesn't want to stay at nursery all day or dress himself or do any one of a number of things he's been doing perfectly happily for a while.
I understand, to be honest. I'm not sure I'm ready for him to go to school either. I'm not ready to lose our Fridays together, or to have to get up early 5 days a week for the next 12 years to ship him off, or to watch him become jaded and prone to playground economics, vocabulary and manners.
In some way I suspect we both want the world to slow down and let him be a little boy for just a bit longer. Sadly while I am used to time taking over my life and doing whatever it wants, he's only 4 and is just trying, any way he can, to control his world. It's just a shame that it's making him feel so dreadful.