
by Tara Pringle Jefferson
Let me preface this by saying that I truly have no idea what it is like to be a single mom. This is just my thoughts on a particular experience I’ve had.
My husband works as a director of a pre-college program. He works with high school kids who are smart but are maybe the first in their family to even consider college. As part of his job, he brings 125 high schoolers to the local college campus where he works for a summer enrichment component. For five weeks, he is busy with these kids. Making sure they eat what they’re supposed to for breakfast, making sure they attend their classes, do their homework and go to bed when they’re supposed to.
That leaves me, at home, alone with two kids all the time. I have to get them up, get them dressed, off to daycare. Pick them up, manage to make dinner with them under my feet, get them bathed, lotioned up, pajamas on, storytime, etc.
Around week 3 of this, I wanted to praise all the single mothers I knew. Raising kids is a job meant for two people, more if you can swing it. I wanted to kiss my husband, for being that helpful and loving partner that I realized I had taken for granted during the rest of the year.
Having to plan birthday parties by yourself, arrange doctor’s appointments, deal with your kid’s allergic reaction when there’s no one else there to help you calm down – it took a toll on me. Right at the end of the program, after five and a half weeks of only seeing my husband’s head at night, I came down with the flu, certain that it was the direct result of being the primary parent.
So to all the single parents out there – wow. Just…wow.
Tara Pringle Jefferson is a freelance writer living in Ohio with her husband and two children. Visit her blog, www.theyoungmommylife.com, to read more of her observations about life, motherhood and love.