My heart broke today as I experienced what so many moms and dads who have to leave their little ones to go to a job daily experience:
Today was the first time I had to peel my two year old off of my body. It was like he was a little sticker clinging to my pants ... except stickers don't bellow, "No go mommy. I go with you! I want you, mommy. I go with you to work out with the ladies!"
His little quivering chin, sad eyes and emphatically passionate small child voice really got the best of me I grited my teeth to hold back the tears.
I wanted to scoop my little guy up, snuggle him on the couch and giggle with him all morning long instead of going to the business. But duty called.
And as I walked out the door to log in some hours that I technically don't have to work, I felt a swirling sensation of emotions.
My heart reeled for the parents who must detach crying children from their legs everyday because they must go to work. My heart ached for children who so passionately wear their little hearts on their sleeves and long for more mommy or daddy time. My heart surged with thankfulness, too, that I was leaving my boys with a woman who really enjoys them and honestly loves being with them one day every week.
And my heart rejoiced because tomorrow morning, I have the pleasure of waking up, scooping up my boys, snuggling on them on the couch and giggling all morning long.