Image: Anastasia Elias
The mother is pleased to be turning out the light.
It’s been a long day.
Baby is demanding, for reasons unknown he cries, refuses to eat, is irritable, she hopes he will sleep tonight.
It hasn’t helped that she is doing this all alone,
He husband left her a week ago
Walked out, found a younger more agreeable woman,
A woman who expects so little, so soon,
Ideal for a husband who wanted to live a single man in a family situation.
She bears the burden of being the mother and the stigma of bitch of a wife.
That’s what she hears he is saying around town, painting her as the evil one, giving reason for justifying his decision to leave the marriage and look elsewhere.
She stands outside the bedroom, hoping her baby will settle and fall off to sleep.
There are too many nights of late where she has deprived herself of sleep preferring to nurse her baby, rock him to sleep, pander to him as she feels the weight of being deserted.
Unloved and unwanted, the curse of it descends upon her, and she slumps to the floor, energy wanes as she finds herself crying tears of pain.
She stays down, baby is quiet, maybe he senses she needs some mum time, and he must be exhausted as he is awake most of the day.
After a time, she realises he is asleep and makes a move towards her own bed.
Crawling in she feels the sensual touch of the bamboo sheets she recently purchased and hopes tonight she will get to stay between them.
When she wakes she hears her baby, he is crying, such a familiar sound and she notices the morning light coming under the drawn curtains. Instantaneously she feels grateful, sleep, at last, energy restored, she gets up and goes to her boy.