You judge me for the choices of the day
In a presumptuous type of way
My daily tasks mean the most to tiny ears without being diagnosed
How can you think the thoughts that you do?
Have you thought your judgements through?
I need you to understand
My decisions come with a high demand
I will not appease a crowd
I will stand towering and proud
You can try to say I’m “jumping the gun”
I am simply preparing myself and my little one
Ignoring the signs will not help
I refuse to shrink to my knees and yelp
I must be sturdy and strong
I cannot steer my child wrong
I am willing to do what most are not
Playing my cards at a hefty trot
The days grow long as the nights are short
But I must stay in good spirits and be a good sport
The answers are waiting somewhere out there
Until I find them, I will tend to my family with special care
