Mommy is writing this post today to say sorry to you for 2 times that I made you feel bad in the last 2 days. I know I already said this word to you so many times and such a good kid that you are, you did say "It's okay Mommy, next time !!" But my own conscience is hitting me real bad, and that's why I am writing this.
The first time was when you were telling me a story about the trash trucks and you had some question about the way the truck picks up the trash. I know trucks of any type, trash truck, dumper truck, fire truck, police truck fascinate you so much. I was so busy trying to get the dinner done that I ignored your question and got irritated when you repeated the question. You got so upset by me not listening to your question that you just declared that you are never ever going to ask me anything about trucks. Trucks or no trucks, I think I need to do a better job at maintaining my balance even at the end of the day.
The second incident happened when you came back from your school today where you had a Thanksgiving feast today. When I asked you how was the party at the school, your upset reply was: "How come other parents were there and you never came to my party?" I had absolutely no reply for you. You are too young to be burdened by the complications of the responsibilities of a full time job and how sometimes mommy gets torn between the job and home. For you, Mommy and daddy also go to school, just like you.
I know beating myself over these 2 incidents won't do any good. I am just trying to tell myself again and again that you'll be okay in day or two and that I'll try to make it up to you in the coming long weekend.
But on deeper thoughts, I think that if the decision to be a working mom is mine, then I must do it in a better way and not mess up my priorities.
Just want you to know that mommy loves you a lot, much much more that I can even express to you. And I know I do tell you occasionally, you are really a very, very good and understanding kid.
Love you a lot
Mummy, and not Mommy (That's what I like to be called, my angrezi betu)