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

Until recently, daycare had been the happiest part of my three-year-old son’s world.

Johnny used to wake up before my alarm, already humming little made-up songs as he pulled on his socks. He’d stuff his backpack with tiny action figures he wasn’t supposed to bring and race down the stairs shouting, “Let’s go, Mommy!” as if daycare were some grand adventure continue reading …