I didn't want to get up with my alarm this morning because his little form next to me was peaceful and beautiful, and it felt like a hearth in the cold. I needed to get his things ready (along with a gazillion others), but I was glued to the bed, feeling like a loving mother, which has been rare.
Childcare gives more space in my head for me to treasure him. I don't doubt that I love him, but I doubt that I show it enough (even though I probably do) and I'm sure as hell I don't savour it enough. This morning was such a gift.
Childcare also gives me more space for myself. Lately, work has felt like a respite, but it's falsely so - - you're being paid to perform a service. Now, I can sit for 10 minutes in the sun away from my laptop, giving my mind a breather, just being with our cat, who's been a champ since J arrived and deserves some TLC.
J had to miss some sessions last week because of cough, but he's been back all this week and his educator says he's been a happy, chatty boy. What a gift.
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