There are some days, when leaving my son at day care, I get the Mommy Guilt. That, instead of working a job pushing pixels on some website, I should be raising my son and spending his formative years being his mommy. There are some mornings when I regret taking a full time job, leaving the care and early education of my child to strangers, that I should be there for him.
And then there are mornings like this morning, when I walk up to the door of Sammy’s day care and announce to the kind teacher who opens the door, “Take my child now.”