My parents were awesome enough to take my son for the weekend. I went to pick him up this morning. Two hours of huggy kissy lovey son who missed his mommy. Not much later, he quits, I'm fired, I have to go away he doesn't love me.
Is it so wrong to wonder if still being his parent is the right thing to do? Is it so selfish to think about how nice things are when I'm alone?
I guess not. It may even be common. It's one of those thoughts that no one will ever talk about.
I love my son. I missed my son. I don't think anyone else could come close to loving him and caring for him like I do. Every once in a while it is kinda nice to wonder off in a day dream, and just be me. Not Christopher's Mommy, not mom, just plain Kate.
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