I’m laying in bed next to my 5 week old baby girl. Sure I could have put her back in her crib after her last feeding and diaper change but I love being close to her. I’m still working on the detachment thing.
A mosquito bit me twice while I was burping her and I went into an immediate frenzy. Funny thing is I didn’t get upset because I got bit but because I was afraid the mosquito would bite my daughter. I hunted it and killed it. It now rests in peace on the sole of my Old Navy flip flop. Let us bow our heads…
I do at least 3 loads of laundry a day. It’s a never-ending cycle of filth. I’m going grocery shopping in the am to get cake mix because I promised my two year old step daughter that we could bake this weekend.
I eat only because I know I have to nurse and have some energy for my family. If I get to choose between rest or food…rest wins hands down.
I want to finish everything I’ve ever started. I want to be better than I’ve ever been. I strive not for public acceptance but to be my daughters’ heroine. I’ve become a woman who can be relied on. I’ve become a woman who can be trusted. I’ve become a woman who can be admired. I’ve become a woman who can be a loyal partner. I’ve become a woman who can provide. I’ve become a woman…
If you are a mother in the ShutYaMouthAndCallMeUgly family, stand up! Stand up in your t-shirt and panties, in your granny robe, nude, in your spit up stained pajamas, in your nursing bra, in your lingerie, and take a bow. I salute you. I salute your sacrifices. I salute your class. I salute your maturity. May you be encouraged this morning.
By : Shaun M Nickens
