I am a working mom.
But I wish I wasn't.
I wish I could spend my days filled with snuggles and giggles and wiggles.
I wish I could be here for every boo boo, every tantrum, every new "first."
But I can't.
I am a working mom.
I don't always hate being a working mom.
My job is rewarding. I like what I do- most of the time.
But I could never like it as much as I love being with my daughter.
It's a necessary evil, one I hope won't last forever.
So I grit my teeth and leave every morning.
And give hugs and kisses when I get home.
But every once in a while, I just can't seem to convince myself to leave.
Like when my daughter watches me put on my coat.
And then hugs my legs and won't let go.
Those mornings I really wish I wasn't
A working mom.
1 comments:
that made me cry. especially the part about hugging your legs and not wanting you to go. :( You are such a good mom, you're doing everything you can to take care of your baby. I wish you could stay home with her too. I hope you will be able to, very soon!
Post a Comment