My emotions are ridiculous. Every day I have left him he has hugged me, waved goodbye and not seemed bothered at all by my departure. Which is what I would want, you would think. And it is. And I am happy. Except for this small (large) part of me that wants him to be sad to see me go, wants him to miss me as much as I miss him.
But I didn't have children to keep them at home with me forever. I didn't have children for them to miss me. I had children for them to go out and conquer the world, starting with conquering 3 mornings a week at a nursery close to home.
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