Splat
That is the sound of one single mother hitting the wall.
Bit whupped this Friday evening. While my single friends headed off for lavender martinis, I went to find my son. He’s in such an interesting place, right now, emotionally. He really finds it hard to be away from me for more than a night or two, even when he’s with his grandparents, whom he loves tremendously. But all day today the phone kept ringing with a little voice on the other end wondering when it would be time to come home, when would I pick him up, what was I doing. He flew into my arms when I finally picked him up from his grandparents’ house today, and he’d only spent one night. At this point in his life, as he adjusts to the changes his life has brought him, and gets his confidence in his school, his friends, and his place in the world, he needs more than ever to know he can get back to me quickly to recharge. I remember when his father came to visit a few months ago, the King of Everything wet the bed nearly every night. The change was too much for him, even though I let the ex stay at our house so our son would have the security of his own things around him. I stayed at a friend’s house for the weekend; but the KoE had accidents every night I wasn’t there to put him to bed.
I know he’ll be off and running in no time. Right now, though, he wants to stick closer to home, and so this weekend we don’t have much of anything planned… on purpose. Just what the doctor ordered.
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1 opinion for Splat
America
Apr 21, 2007 at 4:18 pm
I do understand what you mean. My best guy showed up at my doorstep this morning at 11 am, father in tow, demanding mom. He’d only been at his dad’s since 6:30 last night, much of which time he’d spent asleep. His father had to tell him that they were NOT going to mom’s house until 11 (One of my primary demands is ONE day to catch up on sleep).
It always floors me how much he wants to come back to me. I mean we are sitting in the living room. He’s sitting on the floor reading a book and it is obvious what I am doing. It is likely that his father would have taken him to the park or something like that - while I am just trying to accept the reality of being awake. But we are their rocks of stability, and even if we are sometimes boring, or stressed, or whatever form of not perfect that day brings, they still love us. It is pretty amazing (though sometimes exhausting…)
Now I am going to go back to trying to convince my guy to walk over to the park and see what all the earth day festivities that we can hear in the distance are all about.
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