📖 Teks Cerita
I remember the first morning I walked my son into daycare — that hollow, jittery feeling, the way being a mom suddenly became a full-time exercise in surrender and hope. Over the next few weeks I watched him insist on tying his own shoes, shout with delight over a new friend, and come home with paint on his ears like a tiny, proud masterpiece. Those small moments showed me the importance of community in a way I hadn’t anticipated: caregivers who celebrate tiny victories, other families who offer advice like lifelines, and a rhythm that quietly builds confidence. Saying goodbye at the door still hits me, but it also comes with a relieved breath, because I’m seeing him practice independence while I practice letting go. There’s no single right answer for every family, but choosing daycare became for us less about logistics and more about picking a place where he could become himself — curious, messy, brave.