For me family is everything, and my family motto just represents that so beautifully.
Luke is now 1 year and 1 week old, he started going to "daycare" 3 days per week at the beginning of this month. Daycare isn't really daycare as he is the only child currently there. The sitter is a friend's mother who is trying to start up a home daycare. I started sending Luke to the sitter's as I wanted to start working day shifts, so that both he and I could get on a better schedule and have more quality together time.
When I worked nights I would wake up around 8 am to get ready to go to work, leave about 10 am to get to work on-time for my 11 am shift.. work,work,work.. then get out of work at 8 pm, pick up Luke at my fathers around 8:30 pm, drive home, get home and crash about 9 pm.. only to get up the next day and do it all over again. My whole day revolved around work and all Luke and I ever did together was sleep. I just couldn't do it anymore, I felt like Luke was my parents child and I was just the chauffeur shuttling him between their homes.
So far working days has been great. I wake up around 4:30 am to get ready then Luke and I leave around 5 am or so for the sitter's house, I drop him off about 5:30 am and get to work just before my shift starts at 6am. I get off work at 2pm and get Luke from the sitter's. Luke and I play and play until about 5:3o pm when he gets grumpy, I feed him dinner and give him a bath before he and I both go down around 6:30-7pm.
I finally feel like his mother, I'm the one setting his schedule, I'm the one who sees his first steps, I finally know more about my son than my mother does!
Luke can now take 3 or 4 unassisted steps, before realizing what he's doing and promptly falling down. He can also say "Dog" and "Don't Touch!".... these aren't clear distinct words that everyone would recognize,but I do. Luke currently beleives that a computer is called a "Don't Touch!' as I say that everytime he even gets near my laptop, sad but true.
Luke and I haven't heard from his father since Luke was about 4 months old, it doesn't bother me as much as it used to except every once in a while when I look at Luke and realize he is the spitting image of Chance. I can only hope that one day when Luke wants to know who his father is that Chance will agree to meet with him. I cannot be bitter about this anymore, it doesn't do anyone any good.. it certainly doesn't help Luke in anyway.
I wish Chance all the best, truly.
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