Category Archives: single mother by choice
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He needed some time to decide if he was ready to love a woman with a young child, and become the instant family he never thought he would have. (or want!)
I knew then that we would be together and told him, with a confidence I am still amazed I had: “you take as long as you need… I am not giving up on this, or you, and I will still be here after you decide.”(and I meant it)
A year later, we celebrated Thanksgiving together. We spent the day at my sister’s house with my entire family, and it was wonderful. Overwhelmingly, amazingly wonderful. The best Thanksgiving I have ever had.
Now Kevin and I are living together and creating this bond that I have never had with any other relationship. It … Continue reading
This is something I’ve been thinking about for awhile — how to build a “community” for my son and I. I have terrific support from my parents, who live in town. I have several close friends, but our kids are different ages, different schedules. We live in neighborhood with either very young (toddler) kids or older (middle school kids).
I’ve left the church my son was baptized in (and I was confirmed in). It has become super conservative and not the place for us. Finding a spiritual home is top on my list, but my son is not so thrilled. The problem with selecting a spiritual home is that even then, I’m not sure how much of a community it’ll be for us as we live … Continue reading
It’s family month at Norah’s day care and we were asked for pictures as well. They make little collages and write the names of family members by them (“Me & Mommy,” that sort of thing). I was so worried about Norah feeling like the odd girl out with our little SMC family that I totally overcompensated. I brought in about 6 different pictures — including ones of Norah with me, with 2 different sets of grandparents (my parents are divorced and remarried), and I also included pictures of our dog. I told the teachers that I probably went overboard, and they should just pick a couple to use and give back the rest.
Well, I went in the next day and saw that they made Norah the biggest collage with the most photos and the most family members in it. There were several other kids whose mat just has their … Continue reading
Sometimes I find myself so crazy in love with my little Sidekick that I can’t stand it! I never knew I could love a little being the minute he was born. (I was so afraid that I wouldn’t have this feeling right away.) Of course I love him when he makes me laugh because he’s so funny, when he gives me open mouthed kisses, when he crawls on my lap to read a book he has brought me, and when he points to my Bose saying “mo, mo, mo” and then starts dancing. But I’m always surprised when I still find myself loving him during sleepless nights, during his tantrums, when he feeds the dog from his high chair and laughs when I tell him “no”, when he unplugs the bathtub and gets angry when I take the plug away from him, and when he challenges me – which seems like 95% of the time.
There have … Continue reading
It’s been a tough week. Two huge projects at work have left me stressed out and exhausted. And it’s my son’s first week back to school as a newly minted first grader. He seems to be doing ok, but it’s a major adjustment nonetheless, for both of us.
Our rituals soothe us, particularly at night after a long day. And for even more comfort, we’ve retreated into the past. This week’s bedtime selections have been our old standbys, the board books I started reading to my son when he was an infant, the ones I still know by heart. A Color of His Own, The Runaway Bunny, Are You My Mother?, and tonight, Goodnight Moon. Although my son can read these books to me now, we both still enjoy it when I read aloud to him, it’s part of the ritual.
We snuggle in together in his bed, me carefully … Continue reading
Tate and I left his Thomas the Tank Engine CD at Bryan’s on Sunday night. He’s been begging for it, and I wanted to have it for our ride to the Teddy Bear Train on Friday, so I needed to go over to B’s and pick it up. I opted to have my sweet sweet neighbor run over and stay with Tate after he fell asleep while I drove the 5 minutes to Bryan’s to get it.
Of course Tate chose tonight to not fall asleep easily. Kristin was scheduled to be here around 7:45/8 since he’s usually out by 7:45. I laid him down just before 8 with strict instructions to go to sleep. His eyes were closed.
Kristin arrived; I left. I was home within 20 minutes. I came up the stairs to the living room where I left Kristin watching tv. She wasn’t around. The bathroom door … Continue reading