That feeling during that long commute home. So tired... So dozey... That feeling of can I make it to the daycare 20 minutes early? Maybe I can enjoy a coffee at Tim Horton's... in the car... Parked.
That feeling of what it was like way back when when I had a bit of time to wind down.
Then I enter daycare... Go to her room and watch her in action. I put my finger to my lips indicating to the caregivers not to let her know I have arrived. I watch her. She's so happy. I'm so happy. I guess this is what one feels when their heart is full.
She sees me... Big smile... From her to me.. From me to her. She runs towards me. I crouch down and open my arms. Big sloppy kiss... She hugs me and pats me on the shoulder, points to me and says "Mommy".
Those feelings earlier are gone. I am with her and thankful to experience this feeling... This me kind of time. My moment for myself... My daughter time.