And by cry baby I'm not talking about Noah, I'm talking about myself.
Noah is now about 2 and a half and my mom has been watching him since I returned to work from maternity leave. That was back in May of 2008 and well over 2 years ago. The first few weeks, heck even months were very trying on me. I spent many car rides whaling to sappy songs on the radio just to pull into my parking lot and reapply my mascara before I entered work.
It has gotten easier in the sense that I know Noah has a blast with my mom. He loves her to pieces and I'm convinced his nanny (Aunt Mo') is one of his favorite people in the world. So needless to say, I'm not upset about where he is going when I leave him.
99% of the time he is ready to go to his Gigi and Paw Paw's house. He usually tells me "leave mama, GO work" and sure it makes me a bit upset but I'm glad that he is in his routine and ready to eat breakfast and start his day with his Gigi. However, days like today brings me back to May of 2008 when I was a crying mess on the way to work on a day to day basis.
"No mama, stay with me and Gigi! Peeeeaaz!!!" Noah said insistently this morning. I kept on telling him that I had to go to work and that I'd see him soon. He wasn't hearing it. He kept on whining and asking for me to please stay.
As I was walking to the door he ran after me and gave me the biggest hug and asked me one more time not to go. I felt terrible, horrible even! I again told him I had to leave to get to work. He said "FINE!" and turned his back on me and walked away.
WAH! I went to my car and felt my eyes fill up with big crocodile tears. I drove away listening to sappy songs on Magic 101.9 and you can bet that I reapplied my mascara this morning.