you should work.
okay then, take care of my child and i'll do work.
no phone calls telling me that my daughter is crying out load.
no asking to feed her. yea i gotta work.
Because I know I am doing a brilliant job, along with my husband, in meeting the demands of our family, let alone a child with a disability. And when I say “brilliant job,” sometimes that brilliance shines most when I have simply shown up — exhausted, tired and in tears after a patch of hospital stays, or post-operation chaos… or more. Because I did just that: show up!
So next time someone questions your “work,” please take a deep breath in and slowly exhale. Plant your feet firmly on the earth, stand up tall and know in your heart and soul the incredible job you are doing. Know it, feel it, emanate it. Do not for a second question it!
