I mentioned in my post about Saying Yes that I’m loosening my grip on the Sharkster. The first time I left him was for almost 3 hours while I went to the doctor and left him with his father. He was only 3 weeks old. I could barely make it out the house, I cried as I walked to the train and I felt sick the entire time I was away. (Can’t believe I just told you that…but we’re family so it’s ok lol)
The next time, we left him for 45 minutes with John’s mom and again I was stalling like crazy leaving the house. We left him to go for a run and it felt so selfish. (Mommy guilt is a beast) In Florida I left him for about 45 minutes every other day so I could go running and felt a lil less guilty.
It’s getting slightly easier to leave him now. I know he’s only almost 4 months but he seems so much bigger and stronger and independent now. He’s sturdier! It feels safer leaving him, and because I’m ready to be out and about more, it feels less… guilt-inducing.
(Most of the time)
Sometimes I look at him squirming, smiling and squealing and wonder how I am ever going to let go of him for extended periods of time. Will I be the one crying on his first day of school? Will I be that annoying overprotective overbearing mama? When does leaving your child with a trusted adult get 100% easy? Does it ever? Does the umbilical cord ever truly get severed?
::scurries off to snuggle sharkie while he still lets me::
Have a great weekend ladies!