|Carter's new schedule.|
You'd think such a small transition wouldn't make that much of a difference. Carter moved to the room next door, no big deal, but it was. I don't know if it was the absence of the full daily sheet (he now only has half a page with little tidbits), the different teacher, the different room, the different toys, the realization that he is over a year old, or the fact that in 3 more years he'll be in preschool. Whatever it was, I cried the entire way to work and struggled to pull it together before the kids arrived for school.
This morning went much smoother for me. Carter took off straight for the book shelf and pulled out a book to read. Then he crawled off, pushed a car up against the wall, and proceeded to climb aboard. One of the other little boys followed him around and even patted his back to say hello. I felt much calmer going to work and didn't shed a single tear.
|Watching other students arrive.|
|Presents from my sweet kiddos.|
Yesterday was another instance that reminded me this whole working mom thing is so much harder for me than it is for Carter. I get all worked up and upset, missing him and wishing I could stay home, and he's at daycare cruising around having a blast with all of his friends. It was a reminder to me that I need to lighten up, look at the bright side, and focus on how great things are for Carter and forget about how sad they make me. No one said being a mom would be easy, but no one could ever explain how hard it truly is. Walking around with your heart out of your body is an understatement for sure!