As soon as I walked into my son’s preschool classroom a few Fridays ago, I knew something was wrong. Both teachers had the kind of apprehensive look on their faces that generally precedes an overly detailed explanation of how Bruiser skinned his knee on the playground and would-I-please-sign-this-accident-report, or how he made the unfortunate choice […]
January 30, 2012
We’ve had a crazy couple of months here at the Ferrier house as the family has adjusted to my new job, but everyone now seems to be settling in nicely. Bruiser’s crying when I leave him at preschool or in the YMCA nursery is now entirely fake, and something of an afterthought. His teachers all […]
January 11, 2012
On Thursday morning, I held my 4-year-old son as he cried. “You’re going away?” he kept asking. “Am I going to be left all alone?” Welcome to my new reality as a working mom who travels, where personal fulfillment comes at a gut-wrenching cost. “Can’t I come with you?” Bruiser begged after I assured him […]
November 21, 2011
I arrived at Bruiser’s preschool yesterday afternoon to find a group of parents milling excitedly around a table in the lobby. School pictures had arrived! Warily, I went to the table and gave them Bruiser’s name. He’s a photo saboteur from way back, and when they showed me his first photo, I smiled grimly. The […]
October 14, 2011
