I thought my two year old would be in nursery
And I would have mothers guilt over how much he loved it
That I would push my career to new levels
To make every single moment apart count.
I thought he would drive me soft with incessant questions
Why and where and what
I thought I would look forward to the peace once he was finally asleep for the night.
I thought we would throw some things in a bag and take him on adventures over the lands.
I thought we'd plan a play mate for once he was 2 or 3.
I thought I would be good enough.
Instead I gave up work to care for him because he needed me so much
And I have mothers guilt over how much he struggles around other kids at playgroup.
My career is the least of my worries and I crave just an hour alone, I pray for space.
I try and interpret uh and ahhh as the only sounds he makes
And I struggle when the kids who are younger find their own voice and their words.
My count down to bed time is tempered by the thoughts of him waking up 5 times.
Sometimes its too hard to even get out the house, with o2 and PEGS and all
Holidays are a nightmare and some days I'd just rather hide.
My husband says no to more because 1 is so hard but really I know he questions if I can cope at all.
I thought I would be good enough but his life is full of my failures. I'm not good enough to be his mom and I don't deserve his love.
We're a round peg in a world of squares of triangles. We don't fit with our friends with "regular" children and our friends whose kids have additional needs or who have lot a child must wonder how I can bear to complain
He's wonderful, and sweet but I wonder who he'll grow to be with me as his mom, if I will ever find the way to show him all he can ever be