Holy Cow Moment#: I hate the idea of leaving my kids and it's worse on those cold winter days.
It’s snowing and all I want to do is crawl into bed holding my little girl and ignore the world and it’s problems. Okay – my husband can cuddle too. The point is I don’t want to leave. Snow days are made for hot cocoa and Christmas movies. Cuddling under blankets and snuggling with loved ones. But, alas, instead I am at work. Trudging through the snow was not my idea of a good way to spend two hours this morning.
The one thing that I never expected was the fear of my own death. Not the fear of dying, but the fear of accidentally leaving my child. This new fear has made driving seem more treacherous and worse yet it has made me realize why I have such a hard time with leaving my child to anyone else.
It isn’t because there aren’t people that I trust. There are a select few – you know who you are. But rather, it’s because I don’t want to let her down. I hate the idea of not being there when she needs me. I almost think I have a fear of abandonment myself and therefore I can’t leave her alone more than necessary. Does this make me a bad parent? I guess it depends on who you ask. My child does go to daycare so it isn’t as if she will never get away from me. But after I get her, why would I waste time by sending her off to someone else instead of being a mommy and interacting with my kid if I have the choice?
Everyone has their own parenting strategies and no one is really wrong. So don’t judge me and I won’t judge you.