It’s dawning on me.
That I made your life work around mine.
I wanted you to come along.
To be adulting.
To meet pattern makers.
Sit patiently in the office.
Play on your own, with whatever was around.
I made your life work around mine.
And that is a GOOD thing.
(Don’t you go trying to guilt trip me on this one).
I also think.
It’s important for you to do things you want.
And for me to work around your life (a little).
A cricket class here.
A lego session there.
Reading an extra book.
Or just cuddling for a little longer.
That is so hard for me sweetheart.
So so so hard.
Especially when I could be ironing, tidying, cooking, emailing, photoshopping, insta-posting etc. You get the gist.
I have always, actually, not always, but often chosen productivity over you.
Productivity and Netflix.
So I’m going to try and be better.
Try and get it together.
And be a little less having it all together.