To My Son…
I’m so sad that while I’m working, you’re still so busy growing.
Yet I still remember how I felt when I first started showing.
This little miracle inside of me just waiting to be born,
And now that you are here, between work and parenthood I’m torn.
I was there for your first word and I was there for your first step;
I even held you in my arms and rocked you while you slept.
I’d tiptoe around the house not wanting to disturb you,
But now it’s you who’s quiet so study I can work through.
Sometimes you sit and stare and a tear runs down your cheek,
And even though I work so hard for both of us, I’ve never felt so weak.
I’m always in a rush, especially before and after school.
The sadness in your eyes makes me feel like such a fool.
Time is precious and it’s always going to pass,
That’s why we should be playing so I can hear that gorgeous laugh.
I want to bake with you and chase you around the yard.
Why does work and parenthood have to be so hard?
I want to teach you how to ride a bike and take you to the park,
Do anything I can, to recapture your kind and giving heart.
I promise from now on that you are my number one,
And I will do everything I can to make your childhood fun!
(Not exactly derma related but many precious moments with my son were lost when I was busy picking. Now his attention is competing not only with my disorder but also with my work and study. In this picture I am covering the damage I had done to my chin at the time.)