I see you trudging back to the toddler’s room, assuring him there are no monsters for the fifth time tonight.
I see you pour another cup of milk.
I see you praying that tomorrow will be a better day. That you will be more patient.
I see you rocking your 4 month old baby through the sleep regression that seems never ending.
I see you put you hands out to catch the vomit without hesitation.
I see you sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom staring at another negative pregnancy test wishing for a baby that has not yet come to be as tears stain your face.
I see you stare at your newborn’s sweet face in the hospital with giddy exhausted joy not believing she is really yours.
I see you stare at your baby’s chest to make sure she is really breathing.
I see you calling your daughter’s phone for the 15th time because she still isn’t home and curfew was two hours ago.
I see you sob quietly wishing you weren’t a single mom having to do it all.
I see you cradle your sweet, sensitive forth grade boy who is being bullied and doesn’t want to go to school.
I see you sitting in an empty house with children all grown up.
I see you standing in the shower telling yourself this is just a phase and you will get through it.
