(Author's note: This is for all the single parents who raise children on their own...I salute you.)
For more years than I care to remember,
I was always "Mom" to my kids.
The scrapes and bruises, runny noses,
Daily responsibilities that became second nature.
Stolen moments just for me,
Few and far between.
I learned to care, and give, and share.
On the job training.
Children come into the world with no instruction manuals,
Just needs.
Single parents have needs too,
But often they get lost in the priorities.
A place to live, money to live.
God, I hope I'm not screwing things up!
Sometimes running scared,
Not wanting to be in charge 24 hours a day.
Most of the time just handling it.
The years have passed,
And my children are on their own.
Now my decisions are based on "me" and not on "we".
What a delicious feeling!
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Hobbs (Reader)
Reviewed on June 26, 2009
Hi William
It's difficult as a couple, so can only imagine the problems of a single parent. Ours are also grown and gone, but decisions are still often based around the dog. Guess our time will come. Cheers! Liz
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It's difficult as a couple, so can only imagine the problems of a single parent. Ours are also grown and gone, but decisions are still often based around the dog. Guess our time will come. Cheers! Liz