The past month I've somehow been working full-time and breastfeeding. I've somehow managed to get to work almost every day without a car of my own. Somehow I've endured the loneliness of a husband being far away and unable even to talk to me. I've somehow maintained at least enough motivation to keep breastfeeding and keep working and even keep hoping to move out on my own and start taking some classes.

I've done all of these things because of the sacrifices and efforts of my own mother. I've done all of these things because my baby Jefferson is still growing and all the time learning new ways to show me my efforts are paying off. Jefferson is my reason and my Momma is my support.

If WalMart will bear with me, I might dig myself out of this hole yet.

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