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Tears in my coffee

Let me start this post by saying that I am a lucky momma who gets to take her daughter to work with her every day as she will be attending the center in which I work.  We get to share car rides in the morning and snuggles in the evening.  But I am also a momma who just cried into her coffee as she thought about her baby spending all day in the early learning center with teachers and not her mom.

I hired and trained those teachers.  They're amazing.  I'm just getting hit by the wave of emotions that I've witnessed other new moms struggle with upon enrolling their 6-week-old peanut in the center & returning to work.  I know I'm so very fortunate that I have a relationship (a good one even) with the teachers and I will be 10 feet away (when I'm on-site).  It's an adjustment.  And really, if I'm being honest with myself, for the first 6 weeks we're back, I'm going to work part-time from my office and part-time from home so by the time we are fully back to school, Charlotte will be 12 weeks.  We will have survived the fourth trimester together and we will carry on.

I'm worried that my teachers will think I think they're incompetent... and they're not.
I'm worried that my teachers will not support my breastfeeding... but they will (also, I'm their boss, they kinda have to).
I'm worried that Charlotte will forget who I am while she's at school.... she won't.

THANK GOD I have a background in early care & education and know some of these things that I'm feeling and thinking are "normal" and appropriate.

But Imma really have to reign it in, I can't be crying in my coffee every time I drop my peanut off in her classroom.

This too shall pass.

xoxo
Momma Porch

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  1. Ugh, it's SO HARD. Even with what sounds like ideal conditions. Nothing is ideal. Hang in there. You are the most important thing in Charlotte's world - you have the biggest influence - even if she is at daycare longer than you would like. You're the mama. It'll be okay. It'll still be hard.

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