It's off to work I go...

I think it’s common knowledge that when I went back to work after having Wyatt, my heart did not accompany me. Sure, I did my absolute best. I worked part-time, co-teaching with a wonderful friend and colleague. But in those rare quiet moments in the middle of the day, my heart would ache to be home with Wyatt. So at the end of the year, I talked to my co-teacher, then to my principal, about resigning.

It's hard to be just the mom.

When he learns to read, he will read his father a book. When he learns to ride his bicycle for the first time, it will be his dad running alongside him. When he learns to work on an engine, or drive his first car, it will be his dad he brags to about the size of the engine. When good things happen to him, he’ll run to his dad. When he achieves great things, it will be Dad he calls.

Dads get all the glory. All the successes.

And this week, it felt like all the love as well.