Our babysitter tells me yesterday that Ava tried to crawl for her today and she hopes she tries for us...
Today I get home and our babysitter tells us she thinks that Ella is trying to say her name now...
((I love our babysitter. She is amazing and helps me out a ton with housework too when she can!
She is at my house at 6:45 every morning and is out the door quickly when I get home. She doesn't do any tv with the girls at all and is super in tune to their needs.))
I hate having a babysitter...some days it seriously breaks my heart! I am so jealous that she gets paid to spend the day with my little loves. It rips my heart out to think she will get to see all these "firsts" before me! And it makes me cringe to think that they might prefer her over me one day...
Working Mom guilt is real...
I deal with this in a few different ways.
1. I hog them all night and weekend.
2. I obsess over them every minute and know that no one else in this whole world could love them more.
3. I hold on to the special moments I get with each of them as long and as tightly as I can.
Like tonight.
As I rocked my sweet Ava to sleep; I watched as her head found her normal spot on my chest. I felt her sweet hands cling to my shirt to hold on tight to me, and I felt her heartbeat against my own.
No one can take my place, I am her home and her most comfortable spot.
It will all be ok...
Oh I love this!! This is how I feel every day and how i act as well. I don't like to go any where or do anything on the weekend with out Gavin. I just want to hold him and cuddle all day long.
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