Lord help me, I've taken on my mother's tearful tendencies.
At the beginning of the year, Nicholas started preschool. My first born. My preemie. My heart. My soul. My BFF. My everything.
He's two and a half, and we were somewhat hesitant about sending him three mornings a week, but my husband and I thought some social non-me time would be beneficial for our somewhat cautious and super sweet son.
Day one's drop off was traumatizing. His teachers suggested I say a quick g