Thursday - Sweet William

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about the mother of a little boy in my son's class at his daycare. She is going through something awful, and there's nothing anyone can do for her until she finds the strength to stand up for herself.

I don't even know this woman's name, but her son is called William. He is about 12 months old. His first few weeks in daycare, he whimpered a lot and always seemed very sensitive. Because he always looked so concerned, I always think of him as Sweet William, like the flower. He was used to being with his mother all day, everyday, and neither of them were dealing with the separation very well. Not that they were all that separated; his mother works at the daycare center as a substitute teacher who moves from one room to another each day.

( Sweet William and Job's Tears )