Recently, my youngest child, only 11 and nine years younger than his siblings, approached me with newfound apprehension. With his sister heading off to college, he suddenly realized it would just be the two of us for quite some time. “Wait a minute, it’s just going to be you and me for the next…” he paused to count, “nine years?”
“Oh boy,” I replied. “Maybe teaching you math wasn’t the best idea.”
“Mom!” he exclaimed.
I crouched down to meet his gaze. “Yes, my dear. Unless some charming character shows up to profess how I complete him, it’s just going to be you and me. For the next nine years.”
“Who’s that?” he asked, confused.
“Forget it. Just know that we will make this time enjoyable, just the two of us! I promise.”
He erupted into tears. “But you’re so…boring! You’re always working!”
His words hit home, not because they weren’t true but because they were. As a single mother and the main provider, work often takes precedence. After my separation, I initially took in boarders to help cover expenses. My son enjoyed the lively atmosphere but eventually, I craved solitude to reflect on my new reality. So, we downsized and moved to a smaller place.
I embraced him tightly, acknowledging the challenges he’s faced over the past two years: the family breakup, my health issues, job losses, and the emotional toll of moving away from the home he knew. “I promise that I will make our life together fun,” I reassured him.
But what did that really mean? One solution appeared in the form of a skateboard, a ninth birthday gift that ignited his passion. Every weekend, I dedicate time for us to skate together, allowing him to embrace his growing independence.
Another opportunity arose when he asked me to play guitar with him. Recently, I taught him “Come As You Are,” a song he’s loved since he was just two years old, obsessed with the Nirvana Unplugged DVD. This summer, we plan to tackle “Smells Like Teen Spirit.”
Then came an email from my friend, Claire, a photographer I had collaborated with in France years ago. Claire mentioned that her son, Lucas, wanted to spend his gap year in the U.S. I eagerly agreed to welcome him as a boarder in exchange for assistance with Leo, my son. The idea of having a young male caregiver was appealing and practical, especially since I lack family support.
Finally, a new development caught me off guard. My son met a girl who captivates him completely—she’s perfect and loves to skateboard. Since her arrival in his life, I’ve heard no complaints about my “boring” ways. It’s refreshing to see how she enriches his life.
While I play a vital role in his upbringing, it’s clear that he’s learning about love and companionship from her. “If I teach you guitar,” he wrote her, “maybe you can teach me piano.” I overheard them recently, sharing music and laughter, and it reminded me of the joy of connection.
Barring any unforeseen issues, I believe the next nine years will not only be bearable but filled with memorable adventures. In fact, I worry they may pass too quickly.
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In summary, embracing the journey of single parenthood, despite its challenges, can lead to unexpected joys and connections. By focusing on shared experiences and fostering relationships, we can create a fulfilling and vibrant life for ourselves and our children.