Daycare Feelings, Day 1

This was our sons first week at daycare. I held him close all morning and told him I loved him. He’d rather chew on his hand.

I feel sad, anxious and angry. Sad and anxious for obvious reasons. I’m angry that society told me to go to college, start a career, work hard and then I could have a family. And that I could have all those things a be happy and fulfilled. I’m not sure I buy it.

I’m learning that it’s a privilege to stay home and raise your children. One that I wish I could convince myself we can afford.

Reminding myself to search for Joy and Gratitude. Here is my attempt,

Finding Joy in Otto’s little smile when I wake him up in the morning.

Finding Gratitude in having a healthy baby.

Steph