To My Son…

Working Mummy

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!

By Dermagirl

(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.)

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Posted on October 17, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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