Distracted a Thousand Times

By the sweetheart that makes me better

I feel the warmth of anger and guilt flowing through my heart.

Writing one story a day is my goal. I would love to write more, but I am the single mom of a teething toddler who makes me leave the keyboard every five minutes.

I am productive when she is sleeping. It has been a couple of weeks where she has been exhausted and doesn’t want (or can’t) take her naps, and it is driving me crazy. When she finally does, it is too late for me to go out and do anything.

I don’t complain, at least I can write for about an hour and a half.

The woman is the one that works to provide a future for the mother and her child, but the mother nurtures the woman and the child with love. I would not be who I am if it wasn’t for my rebel kid.

I cannot be just the woman or just the mother; I am learning to be both.

Although I am getting better at controlling my emotions, there are times when it takes me a few seconds more, and some reaction slips through. I catch it right away, but the imperative words are already out of my mouth.

I never felt this kind of guilt until I was a mom. It is heartbreaking.

My daughter trusts me with her life, and I get mad (for a few seconds) because she is having trouble to sleep and feeling pain in her gums.

The woman agitates because she can’t write, but the mother feels the pain for not being good enough for her kid.

Every day I feel this guilt, and I know that it is not exclusive to me. Every parent knows what I am talking about.

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