Salome quietly packed a bag and took Levi to her sister’s house for a few days. It was the longest three days of my life.
Eventually, we met at a quiet park. That’s when I learned the deeper story behind her reaction. When Salome was five, her family’s terrier bit her young cousin. The experience had left lasting scars—not just physical ones, but emotional. Her family never fully acknowledged the incident, and the fear it created never really left her. Seeing Miso in the crib brought that fear back with full force.
As we sat on that bench, we began the slow, necessary work of rebuilding trust. She shared what she needed—clear boundaries, shared decisions, and confidence that our son’s safety would always be our top priority. I listened closely and admitted that in my eagerness to comfort Levi, I hadn’t considered the emotional impact my decision might have on her.
Since then, we’ve made a new plan together.
Miso now naps just outside Levi’s door on her own cozy mat. She’s still close enough that his laughter and footsteps bring a thump of her tail, but the boundaries are clear and respected. And Salome and I check in often—about parenting, about how we’re feeling, about the quiet agreements that hold us together.
I’ve learned that keeping a child safe is about more than just physical protection. It’s about honoring each other’s pasts, respecting fears, and walking forward together—even when it’s hard.
Sometimes, the most meaningful lessons come not through grand gestures, but in soft moments—like the sound of a toddler’s laugh, a dog’s quiet loyalty, and the strength it takes to say, “Let’s try again.”