My first week at work went wonderfully. (I use the word “week” very loosely, since I actually worked a whopping two shifts of only eight hours each). The first day, the nanny drove off with the kids to take them to the zoo just before I had to leave the house to get to the hospital on time. It was really hard not to cry watching someone drive off with my children. I heard my mom’s voice in my head though (“Suck it up, Buttercup!”) and went on to have a really great first shift.
On Friday, however, I learned that I wasn’t the only one who felt a pang at parting. After I put Eleanor down for her morning nap, Zoey climbed up into my lap on the couch, wrapped her arms around me tightly and said, “I missed you when you were at work, Mommy. I missed your snuggles. Hug me, Mommy. Hug me so tight.”
This kid, man. She knows how to kill me. I waited nearly three years for the chance to cuddle her without being shoved away and told “No!” Three years for her to ask for snuggles. And tight hugs?? This was a first. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as close as possible. We stayed that way for Eleanor’s entire nap.
It would be worth going to this job for no other reason than to hear her say those words and feel her in my lap and my arms like that.