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Our Daughter, 4, Threw Tantrums Because She Didn’t Want to Go to Daycare — We Were Shocked to the Core When We Found Out Why

Sep 27, 2024

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Daycare was supposed to be our little daughter’s happy place. But then came the tantrums, and the tears, and each mention of “daycare” filled her with dread. When we uncovered the terrifying truth behind those bright, cheery doors, we were shattered.

The clock on my nightstand blinked 6:30 a.m. I sighed, steeling myself for another morning of tears and tantrums. Beside me, my husband Dave stirred, his face etched with the same worry that had become a haunting presence over the past few weeks…

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“Maybe today will be different,” he murmured, but the lack of conviction in his voice betrayed his true feelings.

I wished I could share even that faint glimmer of hope, but the memory of our daughter Lizzie’s tear-stained face was still too fresh, too raw.

It hadn’t always been like this. When we first enrolled Lizzie in Happy Smiles Daycare, she’d been ecstatic. Our bubbly four-year-old couldn’t stop chattering about the colorful playrooms, the kind teachers, the toys, and all the new friends she was going to make.

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For the first few days, drop-offs were a breeze, with Lizzie practically dragging us through the doors in her excitement. But that excitement lasted precisely two weeks. Then, seemingly overnight, everything changed.

It started with reluctance at first. Dragging feet and pleading eyes.

One morning, as I helped Lizzie into her favorite purple jacket, she burst into tears. “No daycare, Mommy! Please! Don’t send me there.”

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I froze, caught off guard by the sudden outburst.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong? I thought you liked it there.”

Lizzie just shook her head, her little body wracked with sobs.

Dave appeared in the doorway, concern etched across his face. “Everything okay?”

I shook my head. “She doesn’t want to go to daycare.”

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“It’s just a typical childhood thing, Camila. Don’t worry, she’ll be fine,” Dave assured.

But within days, it escalated to a full-blown hysteria.

Our once-vivacious little girl became a shrieking, sobbing mess at the mere mention of ‘daycare.’ The transformation was as sudden as it was heartbreaking.

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Despite our repeated questioning, Lizzie remained tight-lipped. No matter how gently we probed, she wouldn’t budge.

We tried everything. Bribes, pep talks, even letting her bring her beloved stuffed bear, Mr. Snuggles. Nothing worked. Each morning became a battle of wills, leaving all of us emotionally drained before the day had even begun.

Concerned, we approached her teachers at the daycare. They assured us that Lizzie was fine once we left… quiet, perhaps a bit withdrawn, but not visibly distressed. Their words did little to ease the knot of worry in my stomach.

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“I don’t understand,” I confided in Dave one night after another exhausting day. “She used to love it there. What could have changed?”

Dave’s brow furrowed in thought. “I have an idea,” he said slowly. “It’s a bit… unorthodox, but it might help us figure out what’s going on.”

He explained his plan: to hide a small microphone inside Mr. Snuggles. The idea made me uneasy. It felt invasive, a betrayal of Lizzie’s trust.

But as I recalled her tear-streaked face and anguished cries, I knew we had to do something.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s do it.”

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The next morning, with the microphone safely tucked inside Mr. Snuggles and linked to an app on Dave’s phone, we went through our now-familiar routine of tears and pleas.

As I buckled Lizzie into her car seat, my stomach churned with guilt and desperate hope. Today, we must unravel what’s troubling her, I thought.

We dropped her off at the daycare and retreated to the parking lot, where Dave pulled out his phone and opened the app connected to the microphone.

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For several minutes, we heard nothing but the usual sounds of a busy daycare — children laughing, toys clattering, teachers giving instructions.

Then, suddenly, a strange muffled voice cut through the noise. We turned up the volume and froze in terror.

“Hey, crybaby. Miss me?”

Dave and I exchanged shocked glances. This wasn’t an adult. It was another child.

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“Remember,” the voice continued, “if you tell anyone, the monster will come for you and your parents. You don’t want that, do you?”

Lizzie’s tiny voice, barely audible, whispered, “No, please go away. I’m scared.”

“Good girl. Now give me your snack. You don’t deserve it anyway.”

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Terror seized me as Dave’s grip on the phone tightened. Our daughter was being bullied? How could the teachers have missed it?

Without a word, we sprinted back to the daycare.

The receptionist looked startled as we burst through the doors. “Mr. and Mrs. Thompson? Is everything alright?”

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“We need to see Lizzie. Now,” Dave demanded.

Confused but sensing our urgency, she led us to Lizzie’s classroom.

Through the observation window, we saw our daughter huddled in a corner, Mr. Snuggles clutched to her chest. A slightly older girl loomed over her, her hand outstretched expectantly for Lizzie’s snack.

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The teacher approached us, concern evident on her face. “Is something wrong?”

Without a word, Dave played the recording. The teacher’s eyes widened in horror as she listened.

“That’s… that’s Carol,” she whispered, pointing to the frowning older girl. “But I’ve never seen… I had no idea…”

“Well, now you do,” I snapped, my protective instincts in full force. “And you’re going to do something about it.”

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The next hour was a whirlwind of activity. Carol’s parents were called in, along with the daycare director. We played the recording for everyone, watching as shock, disbelief, and shame played across their faces.

The daycare director, ashen-faced, assured us that Carol would be expelled from the program immediately and offered profuse apologies.

But all I cared about was getting to Lizzie.

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When we entered the classroom, Lizzie’s eyes lit up with relief and fear.

“Mommy! Daddy!” she cried, running into our arms.

I held her close, feeling her tiny body tremble against mine. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I murmured. “We know everything. You’re safe now.”

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As we drove home, Lizzie slowly began to open up between hiccuping sobs.

“Carol said there were monsters in the daycare,” she whispered, hugging Mr. Snuggles tighter. “Big, scary ones with sharp teeth. She… she showed me pictures on her phone.”

“Carol said if I told anyone, the monsters would come and hurt you and Daddy.”

Dave’s knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. “Oh, honey, there are no monsters. Carol was lying to you.”

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“But the pictures…” Lizzie insisted, her lower lip quivering.

I reached back to hold her hand. “Those weren’t real, sweetheart. Carol was being very mean, making up stories to scare you. You’re safe now, and Mommy and Daddy are okay too.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she whimpered. “I was so scared.”

Dave reached back to squeeze her hand. “You have nothing to be sorry for, pumpkin. We’re so proud of you for being so brave.”

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That night, as Lizzie slept peacefully for the first time in weeks, Dave and I sat on the couch, emotionally drained.

“I can’t believe we didn’t see it sooner,” I whispered, guilt gnawing at me.

Dave pulled me close. “We knew something was wrong, and we didn’t stop until we figured it out. That’s what matters.”

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The following days were challenging. We kept Lizzie home while we searched for a new daycare, one with stricter supervision and a zero-tolerance policy for bullying.

We also started Lizzie with a child psychologist to help her process the trauma.

To our surprise, Carol’s parents reached out to us. They were mortified by their daughter’s actions and asked if we’d be willing to meet. After much discussion, we agreed.

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The meeting was tense, but as we talked, it became clear that Carol had been struggling with her own issues.

Her parents had recently separated, and she’d been acting out in ways they hadn’t fully realized. They were getting her help and wanted to make amends.

“We’re so sorry,” Carol’s mother said, tears in her eyes. “We had no idea Carol was capable of this. We’re taking steps to address her behavior, and we completely understand if you want to pursue further action.”

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Dave and I exchanged glances. “We appreciate your honesty,” I said slowly. “Right now, our main concern is helping Lizzie feel safe again. But we hope Carol gets the help she needs too.”

As we left the meeting, Lizzie tugged on my hand. “Mommy,” she whispered, “how did you know I was scared at daycare?”

I paused, unsure how to explain our unorthodox method. Finally, I smiled and tapped her on the nose. “Because mommies and daddies have superpowers. We always know when our little ones need help.”

Lizzie’s eyes widened with wonder. “Really?”

“Really,” I assured her. “And we’ll always be here to keep you safe. No matter what.”

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As we walked to the car, I silently vowed to always trust my instincts when it came to Lizzie’s well-being. We’d been lucky this time, but the experience had taught us an invaluable lesson: when it comes to our children, there’s no such thing as being too careful or too involved.

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Here’s another story: I rushed to the airport bathroom and heard a woman crying. When I convinced her to open the stall door, a chilling sight greeted me.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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