All days are ours

On Motherhood: I get into bed and feel myself disappearing.

I wake up to his cries and rush to his crib to be met with an excited smile. He’s so happy to see me that it makes me forget for a moment how tired I am. 

I feed him and change him and dress him and play with him on the floor in his room. I sneak off to the bathroom while he’s immersed in a book with cloth pages that make a crinkle sound. I take sips of …