There is a moment each day before I go into the daycare when I sit in my car and take a deep breath. I exhale loudly, sit up straight to stretch my back, blink my eyes open wide, and will myself to get a second wind. Although the work day is over, the real work of the day has just begun….
I know I will walk through those daycare doors and I will be greeted with squeals and hugs. I’ll bend down to kiss them and squeeze them and kiss them some more because all of a sudden I’ll realize how desperately I missed them. I’ll ask them questions about their day and laugh at their responses. I’ll drive them home and we’ll get the mail and Maddie will pretend she’s gone missing and I’ll have to find her. I’ll unpack their backpacks and ooh and aah over their artwork. I’ll play with them and soak in their beings and be grateful. I’ll make them dinner and Katie will want to help and we’ll play “Happy Sad” around the table and wait for Daddy to come home. They will be demanding of my attention because they missed me too. I’ll give them a bath and we’ll cuddle on the couch in between loads of laundry and the dishes. I’ll try to talk to my husband but it will seem impossible above all their clatter and we’ll say we can just talk after we put them to bed but we both know by then we’ll be too tired. They will exhaust me until bedtime comes when I’ll kiss them once more and wish them the sweetest dreams. I’ll crawl into our bed, my body tired but my heart so full.
Tomorrow, there will be a moment before I go into the daycare when I sit in my car and take a deep breath.