Reading this blog is giving me a whole other perspective – an internal perspective – on single mamas. That's quite valuable. Making me feel like I understand more of what's going on, what are the pressures and issues, over their side of the fence. So I may feel more comfortable about climbing over that fence in future.

So often, single mamas seem like super mamas. Doing everything, handling things, getting it done because they have to, There is no choice. It's pretty awesome to a childless guy. We can just muddle along, screwing up, no responsibility for anyone else. It might sound great I'm sure. It isn't.

The one overriding feeling I had when dating a single mamma was … can you guess? … admiration. How I *admired* how she coped with everything! What a brave little family they were. I was moved. I felt downright feckless by comparison. And yes, there are currents of protectiveness streaming to the surface. I wanted to protect them from something, be a male around the house, but I think I failed.

Anyway I've been posting a lot here the last few days (I've been off sick a few days on heaps of medication – asthma). I'm probably way off topic half the time and am inclined to rave. I'm not even a parent after all, just one of those older guys out there, working up enough trust to really love a woman again, hoping there is still time for me to be a dad or a damn good stepdad. I may not post as much in future after my gushy outpourings, but we'll see.

So go single mammas. You probably don't know that you're an inspiration to some.