break. my. heart.

After one day of work, I come home to Jo Jo crying her little eyes out. When I take her, she only looks to my mom for comfort. How can a four-month-old be that distanced from me after 12 hours?

I have no choice but to work, but this tears me up inside like nothing else.

Author: Mother of All Things

Mother by fostering, adoption, and marriage... wife to my best friend... Bay area critical care nurse... travel in my blood, reading in my bones, clean food on my mind!

2 thoughts on “break. my. heart.”

  1. When my kids choose my husband over me, my heart breaks a little. Of course they love him. He’s amazing. But I want to see that squeal of delight when I enter the room. I’m with then all the time, so I’m old news.

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