The air in the office was thick with the kind of tension that only happens when you’re about to hear something you’re not ready for. My then-husband sat beside me, his hands folded tightly in his lap, eyes locked on the day care director. Her lips were pressed together, tight and clinical, as she waited for the owner to join us.
“We wanted to talk to you about an issue we’ve been having,” she began, her tone sterile and direct. She paused for a moment, like she was weighing how to phrase what was next. “It’s about your son… biting.”
I felt the room tighten. Biting? Not the words I was expecting. We were discussing a 2-year-old, after all.
This was our first meeting, and if I’m completely honest, I really did not know how to react to the news. After all, it’s normal for children to teethe. Why did this require a meeting?
Turns out we would be called in for another meeting after that.
