“Mommy, please don’t go. I don’t want you to leave,” my little girl cried to me as I kissed her goodbye at 5:30 in the morning to catch a flight for a series of meetings. I promised I would wake her.
In that moment, there was nothing that could be more painful than those quivering lip and tears falling down on that soft freckled face. My heart was officially broken.
They say guilt comes with the territory of being a mother. Man, is it ever true. You feel guilty if you do and guilty if you don’t.
While I do my best to volunteer at school as much as I can and leave the office before school gets out so I can be there to pick them up, there’s still a price to pay for having a thriving business. And there’s a price to pay for having the broken family turned blended family.
It is what it is and most times, it’s more than I could have wished for. But still, there are those times, when there just isn’t enough time…