by mssinglemama on June 10, 2009
to know about being a dating single mom.
A few days ago, I spent hours sorting through my archives to produce a lovely table of contents to this blog. It’s funny to put your own life into categories, but I think you’ll enjoy them.
Like Chapter 11 – “The Ex Files: the Men I’ve Dated Along the Way.”
Funny.
Along the way to what?
To meeting him.
The Bear. My John Bear.
I know it’s early. Only six weeks in. But when someone says, “I’ve been waiting 30 years to meet you,” and then looks into your eyes and tells you how amazing you are and you look right back at him and feel the same way – one can’t help but wonder – could this be it? [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on August 4, 2008
Last Thursday night Benjamin woke up screaming in pain.
I ran upstairs. His body was lurching forward and backward, legs kicking. Finally I calmed him down and said, “Is it your tooth, baby? Does your tooth hurt?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Okay. Listen. Tomorrow morning, first thing, we’ll go to the Sticker Doctor (the dentist) and he’ll take the tooth away. Alright?”
“Okay, Mommy.” Until then I gave him some Motrin and watched him drift off to sleep.
When we got to the hospital the next morning, the dentist looked at both of us – bracing himself – he remembered us from the last time when Benjamin fought the body wrap with so much strength that he nearly broke free.
Benjamin looked at that long chair and the board they were going to strap him into and then looked at me.
“You’re going to be fine baby,” I’m trying to choke back my own tears because I hate this shit, “You will. You’re going to be brave and strong. And it is going to hurt, but only for a little bit. And when you’re done they’ll give you Thomas stickers, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy.”
And then an entire room of adults were completely humbled and awed by the strength of a little 2-year-old. [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on July 15, 2008
On Saturday night Kris came over. Yes, I’m weak. Damn it.
We met at a bar. I called him after writing my baggage post which stirred up all kinds of Kris memories. But by the time he got there my sickness, which had started creeping up on me earlier in the evening, was now a full blown stomach cramp. I could hardly stand up let alone swallow my drink.
“We have to go home, I feel sick.”
“No…,” he takes a step back, “No way. I can not get sick right now.”
This actually made me laugh because the look of fear on his face, he has a very charismatic face, and it looked like I was pointing a gun at his head. I couldn’t blame him. Benjamin’s day care bugs are the worst illnesses I’ve ever had, each one with it’s own unique set of vicious symptoms – pounding headaches, severe stomach cramps or violent coughs. It always surprises me that the little guy handles them with such grace. But not us adults. And Kris, having dated me for six months, has had his fair share of them. [click to continue…]
