As our mornings have settled into a routine, life has become a bit more predictable. My partner wakes up a little earlier to prepare, and then I follow suit. Together, we tackle the task of getting our toddler ready. Soon enough, we’re out the door, off to work, school, and daycare — a toddler and two adults who are often only half-prepared for the day ahead.
It’s not always smooth sailing. Mornings can be chaotic. There’s foot-stomping, huffing and puffing, and yes, even a few tears (and I’m not just talking about the toddler). There’s also usually at least one outfit change for both me and my child. It hasn’t always been this manageable.
When I returned to full-time work, my partner was away on deployment. That was particularly challenging — an experience that still feels surreal. I’m not quite sure how I managed those eight months, navigating the complexities of first-time parenting on my own. I remember how exhausted I was, and those early days are a blur, yet they are vivid in my mind.
Each morning stands out vividly because I had to make the heart-wrenching choice to leave my daughter in the care of others while I went off to work. I loved my job—still do. Even if my passion hadn’t been there, our family depended on my income. Yet that fact didn’t lessen the emotional toll of leaving my child in someone else’s arms. The sting of that decision was suffocating, and it lingers with me still.
This morning, as I was dropping my daughter off at daycare, I spotted a mother who looked like she had just crossed the six-week postpartum threshold. The moment I saw her, I felt a rush of nostalgia. I could see the struggle etched on her face, and it transported me back to that time in my life.
I had just finished our own morning routine with my daughter — hugs, high fives, kisses, and heartfelt “I love yous.” She waved goodbye through the windows as she rushed to join her friends, and I walked away with a smile, holding onto the sweet memories of our moments together.
Then I noticed this mother. She was moving slowly, cradling her newborn against her chest, their bodies nestled together. I remembered how I used to carry my daughter that way, with her delicate hair brushing against my chin. Now, my arms felt empty and my heart ached without my baby close by.
The new mother had her face pressed against the top of her baby’s head, inhaling that familiar, sweet scent of new life. I found myself breathing deeply, recalling the times when I caught that same comforting aroma from my daughter after a nap or a bath — that undeniable bond.
She closed her eyes for what felt like an eternity, lost in thought. I could almost hear her internal dialogue: “Why am I leaving her here? Will she be held enough? Will she miss my scent like I’ll miss hers? Will they understand her cries? Will she forgive me?”
Oh, Mama, I remember those feelings all too well. The ache of not wanting to leave your baby, the worry that accompanies the separation — I still face those emotions every day.
I want you to know, Mama, that I truly understand what you’re feeling.
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In summary, the journey of motherhood is filled with challenges, especially during those early days of separation. The emotional weight of leaving your child at daycare is a shared experience among many mothers. Remember, you’re not alone in this struggle.
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