As I was browsing through my work e-mails earlier today, I heard my daughter cry in bed. She woke up from her nap and cried for me. This is the part where I drop everything and run to her.
I told her it was okay, caressed her curly locks and her round head, while she sobbed more quietly this time. I cuddled her and she locked me into place. A slight movement and she would cry again. Even my deep breaths would agitate her.
Moment captured.I then realized that I must be doing something right, being able to keep this closeness with my daughter. As a working mom who is away from her more often than not, it is my fear that someday this closeness would just dissolve.
This is why on weekends such as this, I always want to spend as much time as I can with her. My husband and I go out with our darling daughter at least once a weekend. It could be as simple as grocery shopping, as long as we're together.
We're also planning to spend a few days with her during the weekdays as a family away from our province. The itinerary is in the works and we're excited to have her around. I, especially, cannot wait to come home to a beautiful sleeping baby girl after an exhausting day at work.
With my new job title comes bigger responsibilities, and I hope and I am doing things right at the moment. Work-life balance is a tricky thing and you have to be really careful to not tip over. But all I know is that I am trying my best to give my daughter the very best and I hope these tight hugs and cries for me mean that she knows it.