My mood gets an instant lift whenever I receive such photo updates of what my baby cub is up to at home while I am at work. At the same time, I feel a tinge of sadness that I’m not there to witness all his little milestones and be part of his growing up memories.
I rush home after work every day whenever I do not have any dinner appointments so that I can spend as much time as I can with my baby. Cuddling, smelling, kissing and squishing my baby is all I look forward to when I’m at work.
Yet, I’m guilty of sometimes hoping that he’ll go to sleep soon when I feel tired after a day’s work or simply need some time to do my own stuff. Or I get fleeting thoughts of rather being at work than trying to come up with 8231046 things to keep the cub entertained, and feel like a horrid mother for having such thoughts.
Mann…this is hard.