Baby Rimes

I always have this feeling of abondonment as I drop off our offspring for someone else to watch.  She doesn’t care, but I do. I would much rather have my little princess with me all day and feel like a good mommy who raises her own child in a loving environment. 

The baby however, could totally care less that I am gone every day.  Her routine is as follows: we walk into day care and she immediately struggles to get out of my arms.  She crawls as fast as her little knees will carry her to the push cart.  Stands up on it and proceeds to zoom it around the room erradically for the 10 minutes it takes me to put her food away, and explain everything to the wonderful lady who is there taking care of my little punkin’.  I go to hug her and kiss her goodbye, and she flails wildly until I set her back down in front of the pushcart and resumes her wild trip around the baby room, not caring one iota that her mommy has to go to work and take care of a bunch of other people’s children all day.

I know the day will come when she will whine and cry and throw a tantrum every time I try to leave, so I should be grateful that she enjoys the place and the people who take care of her while I am away.  I still can’t help but feel a little lonely as I walk back to my car for the start of my day.