Dear Mama,
Dear Mama, I see you. I see you sitting in the shower under the water, crying with your hand over your mouth so that your kids can’t hear you. I see you laying in bed at night, jerking out of sleep because someone snuck into your bed and had an accident all over your clean sheets and now you’ve got to take another shower and give them a bath at 2 am and you’re trying not to lose it. I see you working twice as hard because you’re a single mom. I see you feeling like a single mom because your partner works so much. I see you having to always be the one who calls out of work because the kids are sick, because no one else does. I see you waiting until everyone goes to sleep and just barely getting started cleaning because that’s the only time you can get anything done. I see you cooking dinner after a long day’s work and watching your kids snarl their nose up because no one wants to eat that. I see you on the verge of an anxiety attack because your day is just too long, too pac