I am Mom

I am Mom.

I delight in my child's joy.
I sorrow at his pain.
I marvel when there is quiet in my house.
In this moment of quiet, I try to think what I need to do.
How can I get enough done during his nap to only have to play and care for him when he wakes?
My back aches, I'm exhausted, he is sleeping, I could sleep.
But no!
I am Mom.
I put on a pot of coffee.
I wash the dishes. I wash the clothes.
I am Mom.
I wouldn't want it any other way.