First, I'd like to apologize for the lack of postings. Prior to returning to work, I only got on the computer a handful of times. I could never find the time to do it. While T was sleeping, I was running around trying to clean and when he was awake, I felt too guilty to leave him there playing alone while I typed about him on the computer. Anyway, there's my excuse.
Today marks Tyler's 4th full day of daycare (sidenote: it's his 7th day, but those were only a few hours) and today I didn't cry when I left him. I think it's a combination of being super late to work, trusting his teachers, and prayer. Each morning I recite the same words over and over.
Please keep him safe and happy. Please let him eat well and sleep well. Please let him find comfort in his teachers and classroom. Please don't let him miss me.
This last bit hurts my heart a bit, but I need him to find happiness in other people. He needs it too. It will crush me when the day finally comes when he runs back to his teacher instead of coming with me. But, on that day, I will try to be grateful that he loves his school.
Going back to work is...hard. Each time I'm able to put money into his college fund, I'm grateful. I will be grateful when we do the things (like Disneyworld and NY visits) that are allowed because I work. I am grateful that we found a fantastic place for him to go with teachers who really care. I play these things over and over in my head when I'm longing for him during the day. I have to stop myself from running to his classroom to get him. :) It is hard.
In related news, I am also grateful that he has his daily blow out around 9 am which mercifully falls during daycare hours. There's always an upside. I always laugh when I see him at lunch and he's in his hideous back up outfit. Ha! My sweet boy in horrible paw print pants.
While, we're talking about gratefulness I should mention that I'm additionally grateful for a flexible workplace and a caring boss. Without these, I'd be truly miserable.
Tyler is continuing to own my heart. His laugh is still the best sound I hear. I never knew I could feel so complete. I just love him so much. Being a parent is the best. Here are a few pictures of our sweet one:
