Don’t Under Estimate Little Minds

My ex has a nasty habit of under estimating our children. He doesn’t realize how observant they are, how much they understand or how perceptive they are.

This past weekend was to be his weekend with the kids. He begged off saying he had a cold. (Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just call out sick as mothers?) Sweetie kept asking when she was going to see daddy. I told her that she wasn’t going to see him this weekend because he is sick. She had spoken to him on the phone and he didn’t sound sick. Her response was: “Daddy isn’t sick, he’s just being silly”.

My ex is notorious for breaking promises to our little girls and it breaks my heart. I try to shield them from the heartache, but there is only so much I can do. As they get older the more they will understand and the more they will begin to realize who their father truly is.  At the core my girls know that I am there for them every single second of every single day. They can always, always count on me. I hope that as they grow up this will be enough to make up for their flaky father’s actions.

The Big three-OH!

In September, I turned 30. I wasn’t really expecting to feel any different. Most of my friends are already well into their thirties, and I was looking forward to not being the odd-mama out. When 30 hit I wasn’t prepared for the emotions that came with it. Oh my goodness, I am 30. I am not in my 20’s anymore. I’m an adult. OK, obviously I knew all of these things before, but 30 just seemed so –BIG.

My thirtieth birthday was rather uneventful. I received some happy birthday wishes, a few cards, a floral arrangement and hugs and kisses from my 2 favorite little ladies. It wasn’t a bad day, but it wasn’t really anything special either.

By the end of the day I was feeling pretty down. I’m 30. I’m divorced. I’m alone. I have no career (although that is changing). I had spent most of my twenties with the man of my dreams, who turned out to be a toad. My twenties were home to the happiest years of my life and the worst.

To be honest, since then I’ve been in a funk. I’ve been dwelling on the past and not focusing on the future.

I’m 30 and I still have a lifetime ahead of me.

The artist formerly known as sparklingmama…

I had a blog here awhile back and then became paranoid that what I was writing about was too private for such a public forum.  I came to miss all of the single parents I had connected with so now I’m back to give it another shot…

I have been a single mom for a little over 2 years.  Just marked the one year anniversary of my divorce. I have 2 amazingly little ladies who are 3 and 5-years-old.  They shall be referred to as Sweetie (5-year-old) and Cutie (3-year-old). Single motherhood has been quite a struggle for me. I live far far away from my family. I’m in the process of trying to establish a career, finish up graduate school and be the very best mother I can be.