I’ve been ruminating lately on how our motherhood-ness is inextricably intertwined with Fatherhood -ness 🌱 whether it’s a loving hubby ... an ass of an ex husband ...the jerk you had a one night stand with or an actual like real live “sperm donor” ...you did not make the little humans running around your house destroying it ...alone. 🌱 I don’t know my biological Father. In fact I’ve never laid eyes on him even in a picture. I wouldn’t know him if I ran into him on the stree
It happens more when you’re tired. Stupid A$$ Fights! When you’re pushed and stretched when you’ve lost... when money is low and bills are high and you didn’t get the gig and yo estranged Mama comes to visit It happens more then ... . U get that e d g e that razor under your tongue prison yard vibe restless don’t get in my way kinda stride... Ing through the house thing B u t W e circle one another but we don’t engage. We see the smoke rising and we don’t fan it we back away.
Sometimes it’s just a gentle hand on my shoulder when I’m down or a text that he’ll pick up the kids so I can finish up my work... or take a nap...(thank the lord)
He believes in my dreams even when I don’t!
He makes me laugh ... he hates when I cry.. He tries to listen even when I don’t make much sense... I try not to lose it when he puts the pizza box in the regular garbage ,leaves his dirty plate in the clean sink, gives the kids Cheetos when I’m not looking and only rem