I've a big, dusty soapbox about Single Motherhood. *I* certainly wasn't gonna go that route. I'd seen how tough it is; how much tougher it is without a balancing team member. I made sure I picked my children's father carefully; good daddy material. And indeed he was. For a minute.Then I was there, living my worst nightmare (or so I thought). How idyllic was my life in this here photographed moment. I still wasn't happy we'd lost Mitch; I found reasons to be happy as a full-time mama. To two kids. To an all-important daughter. Today I miss her. Like most days, except the one I'm living is always tougher than the one's I've already survived. Or the ones I'll have to survive -still- without her snuggles. No matter the rally I hold against the injustice of it all, still here I am. Single mama to a Single kid. He's fine. I will be too. Soon enough.








