As we pulled up to the nursery Little man was in good spirits. He clasped my hand as I led him into the toddler room. Then it happened. His little bottom lip turned out and quivered. His eyes filled with tears as he saw me abandoning him, and my heart broke!
These are the moments that torture me. Guilt swells from the pit of my stomach, and it crushes me, just a little more each time.
I want to be his caregiver, fun provider, story teller, dance partner, wrestling companion, mess making comrade, snuggle monster, and best friend, but our world is such that I have to work, and it’s killing me.