She's starting to take off a sock on a daily basis now.
|See? Baby Bigfoot!|
Every day that goes by, she becomes more and more interactive. I can't bear the thought of our time together being limited. I know it is for her own good - however I really wish I could be a stay-at-home mum rather than have to be a working mum. Right now it is all I keep thinking of. She does something new every day - and right now I'm blessed with being able to witness them happening. Once I go back to work, I will be missing out on watching my child grow up. Even thinking about it gets me all choked up. I know, I know. I'm not the first and definitely won't be the last mother to have to deal with this. Wishing for the "if only" is a complete and utter waste of time. And yet, I can't help it.
I hope our bond won't change. Children tend to bond the most with their primary carer. Once I'm back to work, I will no longer be that primary carer to her. She will be spending most of her time with someone else. I worry too much, I know.
All this makes it even harder for me to understand Absent Parents. How on earth can anyone walk away from the opportunity of being in their child's life? It is beyond my comprehension.