Harry is becoming more and more
attached to us and has been having separation anxiety lately. Every morning, as
we set off to go to work, he’d cry and have such a look of despair on his face
that it just tears me apart. It breaks me up from the inside, but what can a
working mum like me do? As much as I’d really like to stay home, raise him and
see to his needs 24/7, I have to go out to cari rezeki for the betterment of
our family.
Really, really hard to be a
working mum. The guilt just never leaves you. Leaving for work is becoming
harder and harder each day. Harry would go “Papa” “Mama” as he holds on to our
legs or whatever he can get his hands on and I will try to slowly wriggle out from
the embrace I was giving him as I have to get to work then.
I try to compensate for the guilt
and lack of presence on weekdays by spending quality time with him at night and
on the weekends. I hope somehow that that’s enough and that as he grows older,
he’ll understand.
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