Solo Mother

sweet reunions

by christina on August 15th, 2008

I can only hope I get to be a hands on grandmother when my kid grows up.

They got back from camping today, thrilled and glowing. I’ve never seen this kid of mine so assured, so happy, so together. I haven’t seen him since Monday morning, and while I missed him, I never worried about him, cast and all. I scooped him up and we traipsed to another state, on public transportation, to visit old friends.

This has been a bittersweet day. My oldest and dearest friends since my son was born have moved out of the neighborhood and into the next state. They have three children now, to my one, and I love them dearly, but don’t know that we’ll see them as often as we once did. This friendship is strong enough to survive the distance… And here is my son, straining towards five and a half, looking with unadulterated glee at six and beyond. Where has the time gone? Only one more week until school begins again. And then me gone most of two weeks to parts unknown, witnessing history, attending both Party Conventions, missing my son’s first day of kindergarten but always, always he is in my heart, the bright flame of happiness that keeps me hoping.

There is so much I want to write about, but the thoughts are still stirring inside me. I think I’ve made my peace with being a single mother forever, if that’s what it takes to keep my son and me happy. I love the dance of hearth and home and a partner in life, and while it stings some to think on not having that, I will be just fine. There are other single mother thoughts I’ll share in a little while. But not tonight. The full moon is a lady in waiting tonight, and tomorrow she’ll be out in all her splendor. It’s enough to be under a dry roof, with food in the fridge and a job to go to on Monday. The KoE’s cast comes off on Wednesday, too, just in time for Tai Kwan Do at the Olympics. I hope we’re not back in the emergency room on Thursday.

Be well, all you single mothers and single fathers, all you families who are still together, all you parents by choice. You are loved, by someone on this earth.

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