The Reason

He's the reason I wake up in the morning. He's the reason I rush around the house trying to make it "clean" (a very relative term in my home). He's the reason I bounce from relative to relative, visiting everyone. He's the reason I drag my ass to work every week. He's the reason I cook. He's the reason I try to take care of myself. When it comes right down to it, he is the reason that I am here. I was put here to be his mother. As long as I'm doing that, I'm doing just fine.