Momma's baby...

Chatting with my daughter's father as we often do, we charted into sensitive territory not taking any love away from him and this is so not an ex husband, baby daddy bashing session. I write from my vantage point, but I never close my mind to the fact that many men live this life too. With that said Momma's baby, daddy's maybe is less about DNA and all about the responsible party always finding a way. I've been half baked for days as my mother would say when I wasn't feeling well, but today I had to turn that half baked into a full course meal because my daughter is sick. As a mother I don't have the luxury of saying maybe later, I have to get er done by hook or crook. Through the tears and pain, backache or headache, lay off or overdraft my job doesn't include NO or I got you later. While blessings flow and I know where my help cometh from, my daughter only see's mommy I need. This is not about the extravagant items; this is about a place to sleep, something to eat, clothes and shoes. And well today climbing in my lap saying mommy I'm sick, with no fear because she knew somehow I'd make it all better. I praise God because I can't wait until tomorrow to fix today's problems. Somehow he continues to see us through, my car has been down for a week, my budget drained and that taxi ride made me believe I'd taken a New York trip, but still I DID, because Mothers DO. I'm a MOTHER I don't get the option of maybe.