But each time I kiss him goodbye and make a promise to be home after an hour or 2. When I do get home, I greet my smiling baby boy (who is so glad mama is home), breastfeed...and then everything is alright again. His world is, yet again, safe and complete.
I think in a few more months Santi will get used to the idea that 'mommy needs to go places where kids don't go but she will always come back home for me.' I feel that these are starting days of his independence...he will come to realize that he is his own person. (yet he will always feel connected to me as I am to him...mother & child bond thing with the invisible umbilical cord)