Daddy.
On days like today, I struggle being Daddy.
Evan did great going to daycare. He was happy. He danced into the building.
Then, as I started to leave, the tears and the “I love you Daddy” started. Evan held on tight. He didn’t want me to leave.
I felt worse than scum. Even though I stayed and held him. For fifteen minutes.
It wasn’t enough. For him or me.
My heart hurts when this happens. I simply want to stay and hold him. Reassure him.
I called to check on him. He’s fine.
Why is it that I’m not?
