I’m returning to casual work for the first time on Thursday. My beautiful daughter is nearly 8 months old and I’ve never left her for a whole day before. I am quite apprehensive and I’m not looking forward to it at all. I’ve caught myself recently reminiscing and getting lost in thoughts of when my baby was a new born. As I carry my happy bub on my hip down the hallway, I remember when I had paced up and down that hallway through the night, cradling, bouncing and shushing my crying newborn, trying to get her to sleep. While she sits up in her bath and splashes the water with glee, I remember holding her so carefully- so small in her big bath. When I pack away clothes that are now too small, I remember when they once sat at the back of the drawer far too big for my little bundle. I’ve also grown too. When I first came home with this little human, I had no idea what I was doing and wondered how I was going to cope. I looked at her with uncertainty and reservation. Now I gaze at her with absolute admiration and my love for her is just endless! So Thursday is d-day. Our first day apart. We’ve both come so far. We’re both growing up!!
Posted by brista, 30th July 2013