Mother's Love: The Balancing Act

My dearest son,

As I write this letter, you are just three years old and still have a long way to go before you read these words. However, I want to tell you a story about a time when I struggled as a working mom, and I hope it will help you understand how much I love you.

When you were a little baby, I had to go back to work. I remember the first day I left you in daycare; you cried and clung to me, and I felt like the worst mother in the world. I had to walk away from you, but my heart was breaking into a million pieces.

As the days went by, I had to go to work, and you had to spend long hours in daycare. I knew it was hard for you, and it was hard for me too. When I came to pick you up, you were often the last one left, sleeping on the sofa, tired and lonely. It broke my heart to see you like that, and I wished I could be there for you all the time.

Sometimes, when all the other kids had been picked up, you would still wait there, without any expectation, just hoping that I would come. Seeing you waiting for me like that made me cry inside, and I felt like I was failing you as a mother.

But my dear son, I want you to know that you were always in my thoughts. Every minute of every day, I thought of you and wished I could be there for you. And on the weekends, when I was finally free, I made sure that we spent every moment together. We went to the park, we played games, we cuddled on the couch, and we laughed together. Those weekends were precious to me, and I cherished them more than anything in the world.

Now, as you read these words, I hope you understand how much I love you. I hope you know that every moment I spent away from you was filled with pain and guilt, but I did it because I had to provide for our family. And I hope you can see how hard I worked to balance my career and my role as your mother.

But most of all, I hope you can feel the love that I have for you, a love that will never fade, no matter how many years pass by. You are my precious son, and I am so proud of the man you have become.

With all my love,

Mom