As of today, pretty much everyone at work knows I am back from maternity leave. I was very busy today with meetings... sort of seems like everyone wants a piece of me. Good thing I have a few more pieces than I did yesterday. That's right, day three's dropoff was a little easier. It still hurts - a lot - to turn my back on my little man and head to work, but I guess I am adjusting.
The caretaker, Marie, takes photos of my son during the day and emails them to me. It is so great to get to see him and know what he is up to. I even believe that, eventually, the tug on the heartstrings won't be quite so hard when I open the file and see photographic evidence of what I am missing. I often worry he does not know I am his mom.
This morning, Marie sent a photo of my son on his playmat, reaching for the whale hanging above him. The reaching is new. A milestone, even. My first thought was, "Man. I cannot believe I am not there to witness this happening." Then, some clarity came. I thought, "I am so glad he is in a caring situation that is allowing him to continue to thrive and learn." I'm pretty proud of myself for that one. I think thought #2 is more characteristic of a momma who works it. And work it I shall. Tomorrow. Right now, I am going to go snuggle my little guy. He may not know my name, but everyone at work knows it and, I have to say, it's pretty nice to hear it said and followed with some stimulating adult conversation.
POP goes the belly - BYE goes the sleep
16 years ago
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