One morning this week, I left Thing 2 standing on the walk way at my mother in law's house crying. He was upset because I was leaving him. Ordinarily he pays no attention to me leaving. This broke my heart. Another evening this week, I was told by Thing 2, in a very teary eyed manner, that he doesn't want me to work, he wants me to stay home and take care of him everyday. Needless to say I cried.
There are a lot of days that I have huge working mom's guilt. I was explaining to my mom earlier that I see my kids roughly 3 hours a day. The weekends are my time with them, and it is still divided by laundry, and other various chores.
What do you say to a kid who tells you he wants you home with him every day? The common reply at my house is, someone has to work to buy groceries. This time it was met with the response...I won't eat for a week. The child has a plan.
The guilt comes in waves. There are some days I thank the good Lord that my mother in law is the saint that she is and lets the little handful stay with her. Then there are days, where even after 7 years of being a mom, I feel like I am letting someone else raise my kids.
Does it ever get easier? Does it just turn into working grandma guilt when that time comes? How is it that, these two little fellas know how to break my heart faster than anyone on the planet, but can melt it, and enrage it faster to.
The joys of motherhood.
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