August has come and gone, and my worst fear has surfaced. I am away from my baby 8 hours a day, and at work instead. I hate e v e r y minute. It has been one of the hardest things that I have EVER done in my life. My perspective on life has changed dramatically. Here are the things I have learned:
I need Jesus now more than ever. I am so thankful for His daily comfort. I have no idea what His purpose it behind me working... I still disagree with it. I think mommies should be with their babies. I see my little one's face change the minute I walk through the door... he is only 5 months old.
Being a mom is hard.
Being a working mom is really hard.
I know that there is more. Every morning is like ripping off another bandaid, say goodbye quickly... because it hurts so bad, and I let myself cry.