Mommy...

"Mommy, why are you crying?" The question stings and my chest feels heavy. How do you answer? How do you tell the most precious person in the world that though you would not trade the feeling of her hand in yours for anything else in the world, that it's not enough? How do you tell her that when you lay in bed at night her goodnight kisses still leave you feeling lonely? How do you tell her the pressures that beset you and keep you awake at night? It is the hardest question in the world, "Mommy, why are you crying?", the impossible question. Impossible to answer, impossible to understand, impossible to avoid. Mommy, put back on your smile, little people are watching.