Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Ache in my Heart

Today is Monkey's second birthday.  If I hadn't quit that job, I would still be taking care of him until at least this summer.  That was the original agreement - a two-year contract.  I would have had two years with him instead of ten months.  I would have seen him grow from a tiny 3-month-old infant into a rough-and-tumble toddler.  He would know me.  He would know my name, he would talk to me, he would love me in a totally expressable and tangible way.  I would be hefting around a chunky little boy on my hip, chasing after him at playgrounds, and showing him the New York that I fell in love with for the year and a half that I lived there.

Things are so different now.

I still miss him.  So, so much.

1 comment:


Aww, that's rough. This seems to me like one of THE hardest thing about working with and caring for children—especially little ones.