in case she misses a leaf, a stone, you never know
'we don't have this one in our collection, mamma'
her trophy from our walk in the old town
she could not quite believe such a job existed in real life
when a friend, a heart transplant surgeon, visited the other day
so i suggested she too might become a doctor and help people one day
she sighed hard and said
'but there is so much else i want to be when i grow up'
'like what, my sweet'
'well, i want to be a mummy'
should i tell her a mother's job is never done
the client is rarely satisfied
the pay is - what pay?
there are no holidays or changes of career
but i wouldn't want to curb her ambition :)
so i hug her and tell her the truth
that it's the best job in the world
the greatest privilege