Aside from my boy pulling my arm, or leg, or clinging to my neck, the words coming out from him are so pure and true I always wonder if working and securing his future is more important than being with him now--in his formative years.
I still do not have the answer, and I don't think realistically, we can survive as a one-income household (with my plenty of wants!) and there is still a part of me that gets fulfillment in my career (if I were a basketball player--last year and this year is a career high for me).
I am documenting these exchanges between mother and son-- I didn' expect I will need to asnwer to such questions as a mom until much, much later.
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J: Mom, I will pull off your arm.
Me: Why?
J: So you canot go to work na.
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J: Mommy, you don't care for me na.
Me: That's not true, I care for you.
J: No, you don't. Because you don't bring me to school everyday.
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I called the house and talked to him.
J: Mommy, I'm sad. You always go to the office.
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We always tell him mommy has to work so we can buy food, and clothes and toy cars.
One day...
J: Mom, I don't want to buy any more Ferrari car. I have two cars na o. Enough na.
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| Tired at the mall. This is his sad face when we leave for the office in the mornings |
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