Please Don't Go...I'm Begging You To Stay!

I have finally discovered what separation anxiety means...hanging on to my mom's leg, crying until she gives in, and making her feel guilty for leaving me at school. This didn't begin until a few weeks into my stay in the Next Steps room. The minute we're finished with breakfast and my mom turns the corner, out come the claws straight into her leg. I'm like a cat about ready to fall from the top of a tree. Being that my teacher, Ms. Liz, deals with this a lot she is great at distracting me with a toy, which usually works. What's really funny is that when they come to pick me up at the end of the day I'm not ready to go; I would rather stay and play for a little while longer. I guess I just like to make them think that I don't love being here, but they get pictures that prove otherwise.