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

still. His eyes went wide, his body trembling as if he’d been startled into silence. That was the moment it hit me.

He wasn’t being stubborn.

My baby was afraid.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, pulling him into my arms. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “Mommy’s sorry.”

When his breathing steadied, I asked quietly, “Sweetheart… why don’t you like daycare continue reading …