Life As A Single Mother.

It's time to get real, and just a little bit personal.  Being a single parent is tough.  Tougher than I could have ever imagined.  While I've been (technically) single for fifteen months, I've played the single mother game since Caelen was a few weeks old.  It's been hard, harder still since I moved out on my own with him, but at the same time it's been so, so rewarding.

There's no one there to tell me when I'm letting Caelen get away with murder.  To take over when he's throwing a tantrum.  To reassure me when he's sick and I'm panicking.  There's no one there at the end of the day, when I'm tired and worn, to make me tea and tell me everything is going to be alright.  There is no one there to see the other side, to share his achievements and see the amazing little boy he's turning into.

But, the more I think about it, the more I know I'm wrong.  Being a single parent is also wonderful.  Seeing how his face lights up when I come home from work, the way his little arms reach for me, the way his nose wrinkles when he laughs.  The way he pats my back when he gives me a hug.  Knowing that, at least at the moment, I'm his entire world.  These are the things I don't have to share.  

I've been so lucky though, that I've had the support of my family and friends.  There are countless people in our lives that make such a difference.  My parents, his grandparents, who would do anything for him.  My brothers, his uncles, who are the best I could ask for as male figures in his life.  My grandparents, his great grandparents, who always have a smile and a cheeky chocolate biscuit when he visits.  He has such a supportive family, and for that I'm extremely grateful.  Not to mention my friends, who were there for me when I told them I was pregnant and continue to be there for me and Caelen today.  And a certain someone, who puts a smile on my face on a continuous basis, who has not only accepted the fact that I come as part of a package now, but is really good with Caelen too.

Where it used to hurt me that his dad only has an interest in him when it suits him, now it doesn't.  He's the one missing out on this special boy, my little buddy.  Seeing him grow from the tiny little bundle that I brought home, to the blue eyed toddler he is today, is amazing.  I will forever be proud of him.

1 comment:

  1. That's so good aswel as true as the saying goes you can have a hundred dads but only 1 mother and your doing such a good job