I'm about to be a working mom -- I have another two weeks at home. I took my son to daycare for the very first time this week. It's called a transition week, which means we visit for an hour or two for the first two days and then I leave him alone with his teachers for a few hours as the week goes on. As I'm writing, he is at daycare and I'm at home. And I miss him.
It's a strange feeling not having a little one attached to you after a year of being with the baby all day, everyday. I went to the grocery store this morning without a stroller or a sling. It was weird. It's not like I've never gone out without my son before. I have. I've even been to the grocery store without him. But this was the first time that he wasn't with my husband while I was running errands. I know he's having fun because I caved and tuned in to the daycare cam for a few minutes. But I still miss him and I'm still worried about him.
Once I'm actually back at work, I think it will be easier. I'll have things other than laundry and dinner and housework to keep me occupied. Until then, I'm going to enjoy every minute that my son and I are together and I'll try to relax just a little while he's at daycare.
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