04/01/2026
This is the second place J has been for daycare. The second group of caregivers that has extended our community unit. The second set of teachers to comfort her as I walked away. But this is the first time I cried.
Not because the first round wasn’t emotional, but I think a big part of me knew that I could get her at any time.
This time, I’m back at work and it feels more real.
I know J thrives with other kiddos and people.
I know this is building all the interpersonal and developmental skills it would be difficult for me to build at home.
But I also know it hurts.
So today I’ll sit in the pain of change alongside the joy of having a safe place for my baby to grow when I can’t be there for her.