I keep telling myself that every time I feel the doubt creep in. Doubt that I’m doing right by Willow when I shy away from things I used to do with her.
I just… can’t.
The first morning after we reunited, I cried when she left for the school day. It wasn’t the leaving—it was the way her sweet little face fell when I tried to gently explain that I couldn’t take her to school on my own.
What I was trying to say was, “Mommy is terrified of losing you, getting kidnapped, driving over a landmine, falling into an endless, bottomless pit…” But what she heard must have been something like, “I can; I just don’t want to. I didn’t want to see you the second I came home, so why would I want to spend time with you in the car?”
The second morning, I’m given the biggest surprise: Roxy pouncing on me
