MY STORY
June 1996
Going to work, day after day,
For 13 years my life was that way.
I made lots of cash, had so much fun,
Went to the beach, laid in the sun.

Out on the town, went out on dates,
Danced at the clubs, searching for mates.
He came to my door, another blind date,
We played pool and drank wine, must have been fate.

Work became a chore, I wondered “Is there more?”
Life seemed dry, I needed something else to try.
A child, I thought, would make the angst go away,
Would give me a reason to get through the day.

So I had a baby, became a mom,
Should we name him Marvin, Boris, or Tom?
The first few months were tiring and long,
We went on long walks, I sang him some songs.

I stayed home for awhile, watched him get big,
Take his first step, pick up a twig.
Drink from a cup, say his first word,
Play with the hose, chase after a bird.

Then I got lonely, bored and depressed,
I felt really sad, like I needed a rest.
I felt like a failure at being a mother,
I was tired of taking care of another.

How will I manage, juggling home and work?
And I’d miss my baby; I’d feel like a jerk.
What should I do to balance my life?
I want to do more than just mother and wife.

I want to be famous, be the best that there is,
But my child comes first, so forget show biz.
Never a singer, a dancer, a star,
I’ll always be here, exactly who I are.

But I can pretend, if only for one day,
That when I sing for my baby, I’m auditioning for a play,
And that to my little boy, I’m the biggest star he’ll ever see,
His smile tells the story, and that’s enough for me!