It’s a song Elton John & Kiki Dee made famous in the 70s. It’s on my iPod playlist and bubba & I can often be found dancing to it & singing along.
This morning though, it took on new meaning because it’s the thing that came to mind as I walked away from bubba’s family day carer’s home fighting the tears stinging my eyes.
I made it to the car before big fat hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I could still hear her crying as I got to the car.
Day two of full time day care for her & she started to cry as soon as I handed her to her carer. Her carer is a lovely woman who immediately cuddled bubba and spoke soothingly to her, but the look in bubba’s eyes, the screams and the tears ripped my heart completely in two.
I’m a single mumma. I have to work. We have no other option. This is our reality. But none of that makes any of this easy to cope with.
I hope those mummas who are able to stay home with their precious bundles realise how incredibly lucky they are.
Only 9 more hours until I can hold my Love Bug in my arms again.
bumpyroadtobubba 
Wonderful post! You write from the heart.
It’s been a few years since I had to drop mine off, but the memories are still there. My prayers are with you.
Good job choosing family day care! My mum did it – she was 23, recently graduated and terrified of never getting a foot in the door… so working was what she felt she had to do. I turned out just fine!! And the women who were my carers are still in my life and treat me as one of their own children, 30 years later. x