My 3-Year-Old Son Cried & Begged Me Not to Take Him to Daycare – I Gasped When I Stormed Into the Facility

The next morning was Saturday, but I had some work to catch up on. Johnny’s daycare also opened on weekends, allowing parents to handle errands or get some rest.

So, I tried something different, something gentler. I got down on his level and looked him in the eye.

“I’ll pick you up before lunch today,” I promised. “You won’t have to stay for it. Okay?”

He hesitated, still sniffling, but finally nodded. It was the first time all week that he had let me buckle him into his car seat without sobbing.