I first came across this poem shortly before I had Niko, when I was at the cusp of never being alone again.
Now, when I get one night alone a week, I try to appreciate it. I've never been afraid of alonedom. I've always loved it and needed a moderate amount of it.
Before Niko arrived, I loved the thought of never being alone again. And now, aside from the obvious desiring space to pee alone or sleep in, I relish my time alone, to myself.
I don't think that makes me a bad mother. I'm just being honest.
"If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it." - Tanya Davis