After my last potential prince turned into a frog I looked at my best friend and said, “I just need a nice boyfriend.”
“I know,” she looked slightly concernted, “but it’s okay to be single for a while.” I realized…I have become way too desperate. It is okay to be single. It’s more than okay, it’s actually quite nice.
I used to love being single, used to relish in it and savour every moment knowing I could meet a new boyfriend any day and that these single moments would be lost. So in the past week it’s hit me – why do I really want a man? Do I even need one?
Sure, he could give me back rubs, sex, kisses, cuddles and hopefully make me laugh. But what else? Other than the fact that Benjamin will need a father, I can’t see any other reason to make room for a man in my life right now.
The reasons why I love being a single mom:
- I get to parent the way I want to parent
- I get to do whatever I want with Benjamin, whenever
- I get to focus 100% of my attention on Benjamin
- I am less stressed out
- I have more time to keep my life in order: cooking, cleaning, shopping
- I get to buy whatever I want without criticism
- I can hang out with whoever, whenever
- And the best part, I’m completely free and there’s always the chance that some day I will meet my Prince Charming.
Why do you love being a single mom?
Let’s focus on the positive for a moment, shall we? Being a single mom rocks. Really. We are pretty damn amazing. Every single mother I’ve ever met has been so strong, like a rock, fortified in her own solitude completely aware of the challenges and the rewards.
We don’t all have the answers. We don’t know why fate turned us down this path… but we go on, because we have to and in reality it’s not as hard as it sounds. At least we’re not married – that’s what really scares me. Do I need therapy? Maybe. Am I happy? Most of the time. Do I want to find someone eventually? Yes.
That will be another challenge and I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Right now I’ve got a pretty big bridge to cross. Can I cross two at once? Usually these things happen in a nice order. Love. Marriage. Baby in the baby carriage. Not baby in the baby carriage. Love and then marriage. But, doesn’t that sound like it could be, dare I say it, romantic and fun?
***UPDATE***
You might be interested in another post I wrote on loving single momminess that caused quite a stir with some angry readers. Read it here.
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