One of the strange things about being a single mother, for me, is this:
You spend large quantities of time with your children. There is a lot of fun, laughter, hugs and kisses. After a while you begin craving a break, some peace and quiet or a little help. Then, they are gone, off to have fun with their dad and as much as you wanted to have some time to yourself you are suddenly lonely and miss them terribly.
For the past 5 weeks I have put my children to bed every night, and woken up with a tiny 3-year-old in my bed asking me to move over so she can snuggle with me, every morning. Last night, I had no one to check on before bed and this morning I woke up on my own without any sweet snuggles. It felt like there was a gaping hole in my heart. As much as I need this “me time” I also miss my babies.
I was sitting here checking e-mail, sipping coffee and missing my girls when all of a sudden a new message appeared in my in-box.
It was this:
A picture of them at the Children’s Museum’s China exhibit that my ex took this morning and e-mailed to me. He may be a jerk most of the time, but occasionally he does something sweet. Seeing their happy, smiling faces has totally brightened my morning.
Now I can get on with my day, knowing that they are having fun with their daddy.
