Okay, so apparently I'm the only one that's traumatized....Braxton has started going to daycare one day per week. In the interest of making sure that he's appropriately socialized and not a spoiled-brat-only-child we're forgoing the nanny-esque approach that we've been subscribing to for the 18 months and going with a daycare.
I found the perfect place. Share'e has loads of experience in childcare with more than 10 years as a head teacher at a preschool. She has a terrific system with creative curriculum, fun songs, cool activities and all the right stuff.
It's still hard. It's hard to leave him when he's crying for me to stay. It's hard to leave him in an environment that I don't know inside and out. It's just hard. Why the mommy guilt?
I know it's the right thing to do and Share'e says he plays and laughs and sings and climbs and has a great time when he's here. But it's still hard. And I love that he runs to me and wants me to hug him and hold him when I pick him up.
I'm sure that it will get easier.... right?
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