1st day at daycare

My son Kieran had his first day at daycare yesterday...it almost broke my heart. I wanted to keep him as close to me as I could, working from home three days a week with a mother's helper to ensure I could enjoy his firsts, as well as continue to feed him and keep him safe from other kids' germs. Somehow it didnt work out the way I planned, though I need to remind myself that 8 months at home is a wonderful thing, and I did my best (even though it doesnt feel that way). He did great there, they say, even though his naps were much shorter than usual, he didnt eat as much as normal, and he had the worst constipation last night. I need to let go a little, as I know he is being well cared for.

Is it bad that I am jealous of his teacher, who gets paid for taking care of my little guy, something I wish I could do (ie get paid and take care of him)? Though, to tell the truth, I know I could not handle being a full time stay at home mom...that job's so much tougher than my 9-5 gig. Let go of the guilt, Kelly, you're doing ok and your family is healthy and happpy. Ill just keep repeating that mantra until it sticks.