As I dropped off JD at school today, he was clingy. He was just in a mood and wanted me and me alone. He started to cry as I tried to run out. He’s done it a couple of times, but it never gets any easier for me. I’m sure he was fine as soon as I left, but it still makes me feel that guilt that I hate feeling … the same guilt that makes me call it ‘school’ because I feel like it sounds better than daycare.
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