Since about two months ago, the Little Dude doesn't run after us when we leave for work anymore. He'd just give us kisses and hugs and say "take care! love you!" before he waves goodbye from our front door. It made me less guilty that I had to leave him with just his yaya because, well, he just looked happy and looking forward to school.
Yesterday, however, as we started the car, I saw his eyes well up. It was a look he always has when he's trying to hold back tears. (I am still amazed at how "grown up" he's acting like. Sometimes when he's hurt or when we get mad at him, he'd deny he's sad but you can see his eyes becoming watery.) I knew in my heart that he misses me and didn't want me to go. It broke my heart into tiny little pieces.
You see, for the last 8 days, I've been leaving the house earlier than usual (once he was still asleep!) and going home later in the evening. We only have about 2 hours of time together daily to make the most out of. I really wish there was some way I could stretch the 24 hours in a day to make time for all the fun things I would've wanted to do with Marcus.
Oh, my baby, I hope you know I have to do this for you, so that someday mommy doesn't need to be away from you ever. I miss you too. Terribly.
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