break. my. heart.

After one day of work, I come home to Jo Jo crying her little eyes out. When I take her, she only looks to my mom for comfort. How can a four-month-old be that distanced from me after 12 hours?

I have no choice but to work, but this tears me up inside like nothing else.

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Categories: parenting

2 Comments »

  1. When my kids choose my husband over me, my heart breaks a little. Of course they love him. He’s amazing. But I want to see that squeal of delight when I enter the room. I’m with then all the time, so I’m old news.

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