May 1, 2006

My Doodlebug

This morning I dropped the Doodlebug at daycare downstairs, and he clung to me and said, “Mumma! No leave!” It broke my heart and made me smile at the same time. That little “baby” who isn’t really a baby anymore, knows how to make me feel guilty and loved all at once. He looks at me with those piercing blue puppy-dog eyes and I melt. I give him a kiss on his forehead, his fresh baby shampoo smell intoxicating; and tell him, “Mumma has to go to work, but I’ll come see you later!” and I feel his little hands clenching tighter on my arms. How can I be expected to work today when my baby wants to hug and cuddle? Preposterous! I should call my manager and ask that my desk be moved to the daycare center.

When I finally broke loose from the Bug’s grasp, he let out this whimper that turned into a full blown cry. It’s days like these that I wish I was a stay-at-home mother.

I guess this goes to show my Bug does love me, even if he has temper tantrums when he doesn’t get his way. Even if I’m not with him all the time, he does love me. Right? Right. Okay, I’ll keep telling myself that so I don’t feel guilty all day.