I am tired, and there is much to be done. The animals need feeding, and we need supper. There are footprints on my hall floor to mop, and I am tired.
But you are sick, with a temperature and a cough. You want Mommy snuggles and need chicken soup.
Every moment at work is full, and I am tired. I have politics to negotiate, budgets to manage, and discussions to lead.
But you are my baby, my child and a little piece of myself. You own my heart. You need me and nothing else is as real as being your Mommy.
I will be here, present every moment. How could I do otherwise?