singletwinmom

In the early morning hours one of the boys woke up crying. Of course, I went to check on him and as soon as I touched him he melted into my arms. It struck me, at that moment that I am their protector. To them, I am the one that makes everything okay. At least for now. In a few years I doubt it will be as easy to calm their fears…but right now just holding them makes most any problem insignificant.

In the movies mothers are always saying, “wait ’til your father gets home…” But, as single mothers we aren’t afforded that luxury. There is no relief pitcher. We are the disciplinarians, the scraped knee kissers…we are expected to be both mother and father. Is this an acceptable challenge? I believe it is.

I don’t know the rules of football, never played basketball, but I can learn and I intend to.

I will happily be their protector, gladly be their provider, and I cannot wait to be their Easter egg hider!

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