100 WORD MEMOIR

A Mom’s Truth: My Mouth Won’t Speak The Pain in My Heart and Head

What can I say?

Juggler.

Today, a backpack, purse, book and reader, Elmo himself, water bottles, and a little hand to hold are extensions of my being.

This solo gig fills my heart and tires my body.

The phone rang. My daughter sobbed, “No one helps me with the baby. I am tired.”

She lives with her boyfriend, his mom, and extra hands to help.

I raise her son.

Alone.

I wonder how I can respond.

Torn, I console my daughter and calm her tears.

Juggler.

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