Branches This Way and Up
The day starts with close to two hours of my son saying “Mama” and “Dada” and “Uppa” Uppa” after my husband left me to delve into single parenthood for two weeks straight. The drop-off at daycare brings about crying so loud that an older brother to a girl in our class tells my son, “Don’t cry, school is fun!” Then me at work (the contract almost done), departing early to grab the boy to drop him at my girlfriend’s to be watched with her two boys by a shared caregiver, because I think the walk/bus/subway/streetcar rides that our caregiver offered to do with my son were just too much.