Solo Mother

How was your Thanksgiving, solo mothers?

by christina on November 25th, 2007

I’m still trying to sort it all out. As far as I’m concerned, my parents already gave me my Christmas present: almost four whole days off from the Kid.

Four. Whole. Days.

I haven’t had more than a night or two off since I gave birth to that boy, and those nights are all thanks to my parents, who (go figure) love having the little guy with them. I feel like a whole new woman. Seriously.

• I slept. I slept without keeping one ear out for a cough or the whisper of little feet walking into my bedroom.
• I went to art galleries without sounding like a Bill Cosby routine; I didn’t have to say, “Put that down! Quit it quit it quit it! Don’t make me come over there!” once.
• I went to the movies. I went to grown up movies where people fight and love and curse. There was no animation. No fuzzy animals.
• I ate what I wanted to eat, without having to share anything with the Kid. Nor did I have to tell anyone, “Eat! Put food in your mouth and chew it…”
• I didn’t have to hide any of the chocolate I ate.
• I went out for dinner somewhere fancier than Johnny Rockets.
• I went to a fabulous piano bar.
• I listened to live jazz.
• I made eggs over easy because that’s the way I like them, without having to make scrambled eggs, too, because that’s the way the KoE likes them.
• I slept nekkid.
• I was silent for long periods of time. I didn’t have to answer a question a minute, or tell someone to brush teeth, put on jammies, make beds, get backpacks, brush hair, clean it up, put it away come on comeoncomeon we’re going to be late.
• No one called me, “Mom! Mom! Mom!“
• I got the best hug in the whole wide world when I walked through my parents’ door this afternoon.

It was great. I have patience again. I love the city again. I remember what it feels like to be a person, an adult, dare I say it? a woman again, independent of the barnacle I spawned. I missed him like crazy. He missed me, and I don’t think he could have done another night of it. But It’s good to know he can go four nights in the presence of two of the most wonderful people on earth, who love him to pieces and have taken every opportunity to know him, understand him, and guide him. Damn, we are two lucky little travelers on this Earth, to have them.

Thanks, mom and dad. We needed that.

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