More often than not, there are days when no coffee in the world can touch your exhaustion. And when you’re ready to tag in your partner, oh wait…that’s you. You’re it.
There are times when things just don’t seem fair, and you know what, it’s probably because they aren’t. But you rise above anyway.
There are moments, many moments, when you question whether or not one person is capable of all you are called to duty for, and whether a human body is equipped for it or not. But somehow you find a way.
There are evenings when all is quiet in the house, and you feel not only a sense of relief, but also pain from the deafening silence. It seems inconceivable that someone could feel both of these things simultaneously, but it is indeed possible.
There are mornings when you wish you could ask for just a few more minutes, but no, those little humans are waiting and ready and depending on you. When you’re called up to the plate, there is no substitute.
There are situations where you simply stop dead in your tracks and ask, “Why?” followed by a quick, “And how will I…?” Despite usually not getting your answer, you still put one foot in front of the other and off you go.
You’re one person for a job that requires more like four.
You’re one caretaker who yearns for the day when you, too, will be taken care of. But until then, you will push on.
You’re one provider living in an economy where the majority of the time it takes at least two incomes to even scrape by.
You’re one parent who is beating the odds, more often than not doing what seems unmanageable even when there are two.
But while you’re one, you’re doing it. Some days are harder than others, but here you are—one more day. Just when you say you can’t, seconds later you are living “I can.”
To all single parents: You were, you are, and you will. You’re incredible.
Here’s to one more day of being a gladiator.