Parents Beware: I Found Out Too Late Who Was Really Watching My Son
Every morning, my three-year-old son sobbed and begged not to go to daycare—but no one could explain why. Teachers insisted he was fine. But when he began wetting the bed again and whispered, “The man in the red shirt said not to tell,” my unease turned into dread. Taking matters into my own hands, I secretly observed the daycare—and what I saw…
Every morning was a battle.
My three-year-old, Ben, would cling to my leg like his life depended on it. He’d sob, scream, plead with me not to take him to daycare. “Please, Mommy, no! Don’t make me go!”
At first, I chalked it up to separation anxiety. A lot of toddlers go through it. But this wasn’t just a few sniffles. It was full-body panic. His tiny hands would shake. He’d look me in the eyes like he was begging for his life. And every day, after peeling him off me and handing him over to the smiling teacher at the door, I’d sit in the car and cry.
