Bean Sprouts

So yeah, I have this bean plant growing on my window sill. It's doing pretty good. It seems to have doubled since my son brought it to me. He planted it at daycare. I'm lucky to have gotten him in there. I was going to school a few blocks away. So it was get up at the crack of dawn every morning, get the baby up and ready for daycare and myself ready for school. Then I'd be late for school most days because I had to take him first. I had to take him on the bus too. When he started crying. I wasn't sure what I should have done. Of course I'd try to get him to stop so I don't get many stares. You see, I look rather young. Some people peg my for 15, when I'm 22. I was 19 when he was born and I must have looked young then too.

I started college when he was 8 months old. My mother was looking after him and I was paying her to do it for me. And it was hard at first, being away from him. At the end of the day, I'd go pick him up and take him home. I'd try to get my assignments done on my breaks at school because I had hardly any time for homework.

I really do love him though. Even though it was hard at first. And when I started working. I worked nights at the school as a janitor. When I'd get home, I'd take him to daycare and sleep.

So I have a baby and a bean plant except he's growing up. He's potty training now which is getting better ever day. I'm a proud mommy. I can see him getting bigger ever day. They grow fast. I'm not in a hurry to have any more.

I have a little something to smile about these days. It's exciting. Something new is always exciting. Makes you feel better too. Makes it easier to sleep. Just knowing that I have someone to talk to. I just hope things work out this time.