Part 1: The Morning My Son Begged Me Not to Go

It was terror.

By Thursday night, I was exhausted and frightened enough to call our pediatrician.

“It’s very common at this age,” Dr. Adams said kindly. “Separation anxiety peaks around three.”

“But this doesn’t feel like that,” I insisted. “This feels different. He’s scared.”

There was a pause. “Keep an eye on it,” she said gently. “It could be developmental.continue reading …