Today was my first day back at work. Ever since I sent the official notice of the end of my maternity leave, I have been waking up with a heavy heart. I looked forward to being the ME that I have been missing since I went on maternity leave; and, at the same time, I dreaded parting with my son who I have been with 24/7 ever since he was born.

Parting with my 8-month old son today was not easy. But, you know what? I survived. And my son passed the day without me with flying colors.

To help the transition of going back to work, I did the following:

I checked if my son was ready for Kindergarten. Together, we attended Kindergarten classes. Each day was half an hour longer than the previous one. It was HIS transition period. He had to get used to the two "sponsors" who will be with him. He also need to get used to being with kids who are around his age. All of them strangers. BUT, while he got used to them, my presence made sure that he still felt secure and safe. And in between these sessions, I would say goodbye to him. I would stay out for a few minutes. Each "absence" longer than the previous.

After this, I was confident that he will be well taken cared of while I am at work. It also eased my mind a bit about NOT being there.

I also talked to my boss. I negotiated for a better working condition. I also made sure that they are aware that I cannot be expected to work longer hours. After all, my family always come first.

I have accepted the situation. I convinced myself that every decision that my husband and I made were all for the good of our family.

It really isn't easy to be a working mother. As I experienced with my older son, there will be days when I would have to drag myself to work because I'd rather stay home and be with the kids. But... soon enough, we -- the kids and I -- will settle into a routine and get used to our schedule.