mompreneur

Up late again, tasks to complete
Always so much to be done
Laptop open, sitting in bed
Hair up in a messy bun

Between caring for the kids
And managing it all at home
Finding time for a side hustle
Means searching with a fine-tooth comb

Then, when mama locates time
To give her business a quick blitz
She picks up her cell or laptop
Which pull her into the abyss

It’s not a place she wants to be
But it's a place that she must stay
For mom to meet her goals
And to make the hustle pay

But mama wouldn't change it
For her, there is no other stage
Because being her own boss
Is worth the lack of sleep and wage

Staying home with her children
Is likely why mom chose this path
Being there for mundane stuff
Like reading books and giving baths

Still, since mama has an itch
That signs keep telling her to scratch
She knows she must plough forward
For all her work efforts to hatch

Self-doubt and uncertainty
Feelings she combats time and again
Imposter syndrome, fear, and shame
Anxiety that does not end

But in those moments, mama needs to
Come back to her warrior space
Close her eyes, breathe in, recall
Why she started in the first place

Should show herself compassion
The kind she shows others all-day
Understanding that mistakes
Will always be there anyway

Contentment and ambition
The fine line mama needs to ride
If she straps herself in tight
She may make it to the other side

She is on to something
Identity is in the air
And so, she must trust herself
Her gifts to the world mama must share