Every Mother is a Working Mother.
I am back at work. I don't want to be, but here I am. Every day that I leave, my infant son gets this wounded, betrayed look on his face. "You're leaving Mama," it says. "You're not supposed to go." And I wish I could stay, I do. Unfortunately that just isn't a possibility right now and explaining foreclosure and reposession to a 12 week old is something of a challenge. I know I should just accept that this is what my life is right now and move on, but it is hard. Being separated from my son aches in my stomach, in my too full breasts. When I return my formerly mellow, placid child cries incessantly unless he is in my arms making things like dinner preperation and care of my daughter next to impossible. In Canada new moms get a year off with their babies and they don't have to face towering medical bills for their births. I can't move to Canada right now, but I wish I could believe that whatever new administration takes over in 2009 could do something to fix the problem. I doubt it they are all to busy fighting over diminishing nonrenuwable resources and lining their own pockets to really look at what is really going on in the world.