I've already had to go back to work once, and it was pretty rough having to kiss my 11 week old good bye. At that time, he was sleeping a majority of the day and just beginning to show his sweet little personality. This morning was much more difficult. Having to leave my 7 month old little man who now screeches with glee when I walk in the room, and holds little conversations with me, was so much harder than a few months ago. I think I kissed him goodbye about 15 times this morning. I would go downstairs and then think of something else to go back up stairs for and steal one more kiss! I got pretty teary when I was leaving, but luckily I rode to work with my friend Megan, so that was a good distraction. Work was pretty busy, and I had a ton to do, but it still seemed to go on forever. Everyone says it will get easier, but I'm not sure I see that yet. I absolutely hate being away from him. I love being the one to make him giggle uncontrollably, and I love being the one to soothe him when he's cranky. I know I am so blessed to have such a wonderful husband and family support system, so that Logan can stay with family and not have to go to daycare.
So many of my thoughts lately are wishing I was able to stay at home with my baby, but being back at work today made me realize something. As I was looking at pictures of my past classes and students, I realized some of these kids really need me! For most of my students, I am with them longer than their parents are each day. For a select few, I am the only stable and supportive person in their life. Realizing this, makes me proud to say that I am a teacher and that I am able to say I have a career that makes such an impact on my students' lives. Of course, I would rather be home with Logan, but I hope one day Logan realizes just how special my job is.