Thinkingmama

Yesterday was my first day back at work. When I left my daughter in the morning, I was OK. I felt sad but not heartbroken. I was excited about working again.

But after hours away from her, coming home was heaven. I scooped her up in my arms, held her as tight as I thought I could get away with without crushing her precious little bones, and cried. There’s nothing like coming home to a sweet, innocent, wide-eyed baby who has no idea why you have to go away in the first place. And yes, I know I don’t have to go away.

Being back at work was good, though. Even though I’m exhausted. Even though I feel a twinge of guilt every time I leave the baby. Even though I still want to make dinner every night and be superwoman, knowing I can’t be. But for now, I’m glad to be working outside the home. I like what I’m doing, what I’m learning. My family and I will work it all out.