“You sound stressed,” my friend said over the phone.
“Yeah, well, I guess I am.”
Terrible-twos? Really? I thought it was the threes. He is almost three, but still… I think it’s me. I’m impatient right now. I’m bored and yes, I’m a little stressed. But not because of him. Benjamin is amazing.
“Mommy,” he says, “I need to tell you something.”
It’s a phrase he learned from said Mommy.
Then he cups my face in his little hands and tells me something about his day, his feelings, or the nerf gun I bought him. He’s awesome. It’s totally me. Or is it? I just don’t know because this is the first time I’ve done this mom thing and I’m doing it alone.
There’s no one to bounce all of this shit off of … am I doing this right? Or that?
And it’s winter. I need sunshine. And it’s not just winter — it’s freezing. Last week the sun came out for one afternoon. Then the clouds rolled back in and we’ve been under them ever since.
I lived in Texas once – in Fort Worth. The sun never faded. When it did, the black storm clouds rolled through and they were gone twenty minutes later.
Distant storms. You could feel them on the breeze, just a whisper in the trees.
I discovered words like those at live concerts in the hot, Texas air with cowboys every which way and my little sister by my side. We were single and free and so incredibly happy. Then I moved back up North… destiny threw Benjamin’s father in my path and the rest is history. Sun is important, people. Seriously. I’ll find it again. But this time Benjamin will be with me.
I am also completely preoccupied this week because there’s a little adventure around the corner.
I’m going on a trip – hopping on a jet plane. I’ll have to tell you where I’m going when I get back.
(Mia is watching Benjamin).
Mia is doing really, really well by the way.
In fact, she’s been so pre-occupied as of late she hasn’t found time to write. I know she’s not completely out of the woods. but she’s made some major progress. Sure, she’ll have false starts and a few seriously dark moments (maybe more than a few). But she’s just keeping on…
With all of you cheering us on it’s hard to feel like anything is impossible.
I hope you know we’re cheering you on too. Single moms are phenomenal.
Oh, and I finally wrote about sex. Hope it helps.
Note: To anyone who knows me in the flesh – DO NOT click that link. [That includes Mom (my mom) and Eliot (my little brother)]. If you do click that link you can never, ever hold it against me or make fun of me for it, because I told you not to.
The rest of you – you know who you are – don’t click it.
Everyone else, hop on over.
It could be a huge disappointment – just warning you. I’m just giving advice to those weird married people on how to spice up their sex lives.