Ever since my daughter was born, we have been inseparable. I knew the day would come when I had to go back to work, and leave her with daycare.
That day came all too fast for me. Thank goodness we found an amazing woman who cares for her during the day. It’s still very hard on me though.
I wish my maternity leave had been longer. I wish we made enough money so I could stay at home with her. I wish I could be there for every smile, every tear, every time she wakes up, every milestone that I know I will miss.
But I have to remind myself that I am working to provide her with a wonderful life. I want the best for my baby girl, and I will do anything to make sure that she gets no less than that. I want her to grow up knowing that her mommy and daddy did their best for her. I’m reminded of the song “I Hope you Dance” by Lee Ann Womack. I hope she never fears anything, or settles for less. I hope she chooses to not tiptoe through life, only to arrive safely at death. I want her to know how much her parents love her…how my heart melts when I watch her giggle in her sleep, and how her daddy tears up every time she looks at him with her little wrinkled forehead, and blue eyes shining.
But for now, my heart will be down the road from where I work, with a lovely lady who cares for her during the day.
I will be on my way soon my darling. Then tomorrow, I will leave my heart behind again.
Counting the hours,
Spen'Sar
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