From Riches to Rags, and the Glory I Found There

Sometimes I find myself living for you or at least wanting to live for you. It makes me so frustrated, if I’m being honest. Because there’s really nothing less satisfying than living for someone else. But I still find myself wishing I could just make you proud. Do things the right way…the best way…the perfect way.  Despite the fact that you’ve never once demanded perfection from me   Sometimes I shake off the dust of a hard days work and I want to wait for you to say it.  Please… Just say that you’re proud.  That’s all I’m hoping for. Just a few words that remind me that I’m still doing good. Still working hard. Still worthy of all the things the world tells me I’m not anymore.  I’m constantly shifting and changing and working my butt off to provide a wonderful life for my kid. It’s exhausting and sometimes I hate that you stopped telling me it.  Just say that you’re proud.  If you would just say it I think I could believe it. I could believe that I did it. That I saved me…that I saved