Zagreb, 10.5.2020.
How many times I wanted to runaway,
That many times, and one more,
You pulled me back.
How many times I wanted to scream,
That many times, and one more,
You made me calm.
How many times I have torn myself in guilt,
That many times, and one more,
You responded with love.
How many times I was wrong,
That many times, and one more,
You thought me right.
How many times I felt worthless,
That many times, and one more,
You showed me my purpose.
Life is hard with you.
But somehow you manage to camouflage it.
Every single day.
I imagined #boymomdiarrhy to be my family diary from the perspective of a mum of three boys and a wife of one man. 🙃 I never had problems with starting, but staying persistant is a always a challenge. Wish me luck!
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