Sam loves going to stay at my sister-in-law's every day now. And although she asks about her friends sometimes, she really doesn't mention day care much at all -- and she certainly doesn't miss it.
You'd think I'd be happy about this, right? Ecstatic that we've found a solution that, so far, seems to work well for everyone, especially for Sam.
So where's the guilt coming from? From the fact that I didn't do this earlier.
We knew Sam had been unhappy for weeks, if not months, at day care. She begged not to go when I dropped her off, and she told us often that she didn't want to go see her friends.
And I -- not listening to her because, well, she's only 3, for goodness' sake, she can't really know what she wants -- made her keep going. Made her go when she really didn't like it.
What have we learned here?
As a mother, it's possible to feel guilty about anything. And everything. There's no reprieve.
*Sigh*
Do you ever get this feeling? How do you deal with it?
