Motherhood

I sit at the corner of my room, staring at the blank wall right in front of me as angry tears streamed down my face. Is there a manual specially for Motherhood?

My patience runs thinner by the day.
I don’t know what I’m doing.

He cries.

Is it the diaper?
Is he hungry?
Is he asking me to play with him?
Is he colicky?

Checked.

He is still crying.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

And then I sobbed… because I think I have failed as a Mother.

He stopped crying…

He listened to me sobbing. Crawled over and let out a laugh, probably thinking I was making funny noises for him.

I stopped crying after that laughter.

At the end of the day, when it works – it works.

But…
I still don’t know what I’m doing.

Do you?