I may not have the stretch marks, well actually I do, but not on my stomach.
I may not have the C-section scar from hip to hip. Mine’s a tiny laparscopic scar.
I may not have sleepless nights, well actually I do, but not caused by a crying baby.
I do, however,
Have eighty-four little ones who need my face, my voice, my validation to feel confident in their abilities.
I do have hours upon hours of work to ensure these little ones are growing into positive, confident, kind people.
I have guilt, somedays, overwhelming guilt of not being there, physically to guide, love, push, even when I’m ill, severely ill.
I do have emails upon emails of students who miss me, need my reassurance.
I may not own a car seat or a stroller, but that codependency of them needing me and me needing them to feel fully supported everyday is there. Always there. Good or bad, it is there.
