Was a somewhat difficult one.

FoH cried when I dropped him off. A deep cry. I saw the look on his face and I just wanted to scoop him up in my arms, get in the car, and go home.

Leaving him was heartbreaking.

I heard those cries all morning in my head. Like they were taunting me. Leaving me with momentary doubts … am I doing the right thing? Is it okay I’m not a stay at home mom?

Then thinking about being home with him all day filled me with such panic and then guilt for the panic — meaning, of course I’m doing the right thing. The right thing is the thing that feels best for all of us. This is it.

There will always be difficult days. Leaving your child is never easy. But that’s what’s so great about picking him up — I’m thrilled with the anticipation of us being together again.

That is The Gift.