I’ve been back at work for three weeks now, leaving the Magpie in the capable care of her father. And I’ve now come to the realisation that I’m missing out. The Magpie is now blinking on command, clapping, walking, “blubbing” [for lack of a better work] and who knows what else. These little things were sneaking up on me – a new syllable here, a little skill there. But, being home this past long weekend, I’ve actually seen it all. After the fact.
And now I am back at work for another week. For four days in a row. She could start really walking. She could say “kitty” or “puppy” or “Hawksley Workman is playing the Vancouver Folk Festival in a couple of weeks“. I’m going to lose track of her feeding schedule again – what has she had when and what else does she need today? – and her nap & sleep status. I’m going to be out of the loop.
I know, deep down, that none of this is critical to the time that I spend with her in the mornings and evenings, but it’s giving me an ache none-the-less.