Doesn't Get Easier

I worked full time during my first pregnancy. I didn't go part time until Teagan was a year and half old. I'm thankful for this pregnancy, I get Fridays off. Its a blessing for scheduling doctor appointments, having time to prepare for baby, or just have a day of rest. There have been many Fridays where Teagan went to daycare because of the pregnancy. While I was looking forward to the benefit of scheduling all things pregnancy on Fridays, I didn't realize how much I would miss out with Teagan.

Its just one little day. But its our day. When we do spend a Friday together, I love her more (if that's even possible) and Mondays are harder to go to work.

While dropping my Sweet Tea off to school this past Monday, she cried. She wanted her Mommy. Usually I can barely get a hug out of her. She'll run and play with her friends and is too busy for Mommy. This was a rare moment. Gosh, its probably been a year since she had "Mommy dropping off at daycare" attachment. It made for hard morning. She was so sad. I know its best just to leave and not drag out the goodbye. Every inch of my body wanted to scoop her up and tell her we could hang out for the day. But I had to work. Her teacher hugged and comforted her as I walked out.

I always thought time away from your child was harder on the parent. I didn't realize some days the child feels the same way.

Leaving your kid to go to work doesn't get easier. Well not yet anyways. I know these days are numbered.

Teagan and I spending a Friday watching "Disney on Ice":

Love,