Everyday, when I have to leave you, I ask God why. Why do I have to leave her? Why do I have to go to work? Why can't I just stay with her forever?
My favorite part of the day is coming home and seeing you smile. When I walk through the door, your face lights up with the biggest smile the world has ever seen. You bounce up and down, and gurgle with excitement. You tell me all about your day and give me a big, drool-filled kiss.
My second favorite part of the day is bedtime. Specifically those last few minutes before we both fall asleep...when we're laying there quietly, just staring at each other sleepily, holding hands and drifting away. I savor those 5-10 minutes, because one day I know I'll blink and you'll be too big for bed-sharing. Too big for breastfeeding. Too big for cuddling.
I don't see you enough.
Every day I go to work, because I have to work. Every day I stare at your pictures on my phone and pray that one day I can stay home with you. And every day I get more and more miserable.
|I should be the one you show your belly to...|
You are my baby. My precious little baby girl that I carried in my belly for over 38 weeks. We were always together. And for those first ten weeks of your life, we were always together. I feel like mothers shouldn't have to work (unless they want to... Then, by all means, knock your socks off!). I'd live in a cardboard box, with no cell phone, no vacations, no anything, if it meant I could be with you all day everyday. Unfortunately, I don't think CPS would approve of the whole cardboard box thing.
|I should be there for nakey baby time...|
How about you mommas? How do you feel about your decision to stay home or work? Is anyone else in the process of trying to become a SAHM?