There is something about childhood, innocence may be the right word. Or carefree and without worry. Certainly that ability to say it exactly as it is. It is a shame we grow up, or in growing up that we lose some of that carefree-ness and inhibition.
What I am reflecting on today is whether I am already taking away some of that innocence from my daughter, unintentionally. With the change in my working routine such that I take every second Monday off to have a day with my daughter I get excited and talk about this day off. Indeed even before that I would often and still do say on a Friday night, it’s the weekend – yay. And I have noticed that my daughter reflects this. I say to her I have a day off work and you have a day off daycare, with a bit of celebratory squeal and raising of the hands and arms. She has just started saying, unprompted, I have a day off, yay.
Is it sad that she already recognises the difference between the week and the weekend, being at daycare and having a ‘day off’? Perhaps I am over estimating her comprehension – she is after all not quite three and a half yet. And really what I may be seeing is my little sweetheart mimicking something that she sees her mother delighted about. I am going to go with that – otherwise I will be taking on mother guilt and that will diminish the joy I have from changing to 9 working days a fortnight, and make me feel that the next step I am about to take – asking to go to 4 days a week is not enough. When it will make all the difference in the world to me, and hopefully to her.