One day, I saw a pretty woman driving a car.
She sang and smiled, both to a happy boy strapped in a car seat in the back of her car. He smiled and appeared to sing, too.
Her license plate read “Noah N me,” and there were small stick figures in the back window of her small car of a smiling woman and a smiling boy. There’s a bond between a single parent and a child, because the parent sometimes has to pull double duty.
Single parenting is not easy, though. There are struggles, times when a parent feels all alone, times when they feel overwhelmed. It can feel that way even with the support of a loving spouse, of course. Parenting is smiling and singing, but it’s also weeping and screaming.
Please welcome Raine, author of the blog Pursuit of Peace. She writes a loving and honest blog about life raising her 6-year-old son, Ryder, on her own. You’ll love the brevity of her posts, delivered just like a small plate of Christmas cookies, or a blunt uppercut to the solar plexus. Whatever’s needed.
Today, she’s written an open-ended post in succinct Raine style, and I believe it’ll get the conversation going among my incredible readership. Give us your thoughts, and be sure to check out Raine’s work, on everything from depression to Boy Scouts to how to afford a summer vacation.
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Sometimes not having a man around the house is awesome – no unnecessary cable bills, no snoring, no violent video games, no one eating my chocolate, no one to disagree with me.
But then sometimes it would be nice – opening a jar, helping carry stuff from the car, picking up/dropping off, helping with housework, an adult to talk to. There are many lessons that I can teach my son without help – how to be kind, how to tie his shoes, honesty, crafts, the importance of a dollar.
There are some lessons, though, that I just cannot teach him – how to pee behind a tree, how to “shake it first,” urinal etiquette, well, mostly bathroom issues.
Thankfully, my father is around. He can help my son with the man-stuff. Grandpa helps him ride his bike, read a book, make me gifts, listen to country music, and, yes, takes him into the men’s room. He loves being able to go into the men’s room.
Makes him feel like a “real man” (said in a silly bass voice – thank you SpongeBob).