There is no solving this, much to the dismay of my partner. The all-in dad. The load is not the product of a lack of support.
The load is not the product of a lack of support.
His brain cannot replace mine. His chest, not as comforting as mama’s.
As I relish in being the only mama for these boys, I feel the weight of the job only I can do. The only job I’ll ever have that no one can replace. The only job that truly matters if I get it right. The weight of a boulder that I have to cradle like an egg. High stakes. Heavy load. The mother load.