Life should be a mathematical equation
With one right answer to this question
Where do we go from here?
At that fork in the road where every mom reaches
Where left is right
And right is not wrong.
It tears me to pieces
To wave goodbye to my baby
To miss that important con call
Or skip another PTM
To pass up an opportunity to him
Without rhyme or reason.
The battle must be fought day and night
In the war where all decisions aren’t right
Irrespective of what we choose each day
To go to work or stay home all day
Where is that book with all the answers?
If you do find it, don’t you conceal it.
Question for the day: This poem was inspired by a mom who told me that each morning it tore her to pieces to leave her 1-year-old in daycare, but she couldn’t not work either. I know there are a lot of us around who don’t know if we have made the right decision at that fork. What’s the answer?