I am going back to work tomorrow, which means that Freyja will start her first day of daycare. I will not go into my thoughts at this time--or I wouldn't get any sleep! Instead, I have just written a little poem inspired by 'Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore.
'Twas the Night Before Work
'Twas the night before work, when all through the house,
The only creature stirring was mom, not the mouse.
The clothes were hung in the closet with care,
In hopes that Freyja would sleep better than fair.
Freyja asleep in her crib, dad in his bed,
While visions of tomorrow danced in their heads.
Mama eating her snack, no baby in her lap,
Telling herself she should go take her nap.
The morning will come just like every day,
But mama will miss her sweet Freyja Fray.
She will kiss her cheeks, smile, and say goodbye,
And hope that the work day will fly by.
Mama knew it was time to close her eyes
Not knowing when she would hear the cries.
Whispering before she tip-toed out of sight,
Much love to you all, and to all a good night!
November 18, 2012