The Single Parent
Your patience is endless. You work, you cook and clean, and then there is homework, the school projects that require you standing over one of your kidlets and saying “try it this way,” or “that sentence doesn’t work,” while they hem and haw and think of different reasons why you’re wrong even though you’ve already completed 4th grade.
Halloween parade? You’re there. Soccer game, softball, track team, you’re front row cheering them on. You’re the snack person or the Team Parent when called upon, and you put in your volunteer hours just like the rest of the two-parent households.
Holidays? You make ‘em look like a Norman Rockwell painting. You’re Santa and the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and everyone else in between. You make it happen.
You cover the basics too, hot water and lights, shoes, undies and clean clothes. You know their friends, their favorite TV shows and whom they listen to on the radio. You know that love and discipline go hand in hand. You talk to them, but more importantly, you know how to listen.
You know that what’s more important than Wii’s and the iTouch, DS and designer shoes is that you show up. What you do best, is that you let them know that family is important even when it more Kardashian than Rockwell.
You spend a lot of time wondering if you’re getting it right.
Yes, you are.
- Aunt B
