The hardest thing is leaving her.When she was only a baby and then a toddler, I left her every day so I could go to work. She would cry. So sad, so scared, so lost. I would sit patiently with her in the daycare, waiting until she seemed a little more comfortable, until maybe she turned her back to pick up a toy, and then I would scurry away, hoping not to hear the despairing cry: "MOMMY!" when she realized I had left her there again. I'd run out the door and I'd sit beside my husband in the car... More »