I have been an adult since I was a child. With seven sisters and brothers and totally irresponsible, narcissistic parents(and one demonic father) I learned to be an adult for survivals sake. By age six I could cook for eight. By age 7 I could do laundry and iron. Cleaning house started at four. I could read my parents moods from the time I became cognizant of the danger of not reading them. Probably by two.
Adulthood brings certain freedoms. Not having to be near dangerous people. Knowing I had the power (most of the time) to control certain things. Like that fact I could make sure I had food on the table for my family. I had clean sheets(or I had sheets). I had underwear to wear under my clothes. A warm coat. Boots.
I wasn't very good at marriage. I just chose people who resembled my parents. They didn't appear that way at first but at some point the relationships evolved into that. So I decided I probably wasn't very good at them and decided to raise my children myself and do the best I could.
But sometimes it is hard. Both my kids have had good educations and neither has had to worry whether they have clothes or food. They are both wonderful people with humor and kindness. They have their struggles but I am so proud of them and I love them.
I just wish it wasn't so hard sometimes. Having to make all the decisions. I teach school. I have always had to work extra jobs to supplement my income. Sometimes I just wish I had a little break.
I know other women who are in the same situation. Teachers who have to decide whether to juggle the car payment to buy their kids new shoes, or make a late payment because a son or daughter broke an arm or a leg.
I know I am not alone. In many ways though we are all alone.
Isn't there a Santa out there for us?
A Santa that could maybe make an extra house payment so we would have the luxury of having a dinner out, or not worry about living month to month?
A Santa that could give us a little extra time to enjoy our kids -maybe a month without working the extra job?
Or even a Santa that could say, No, you are not alone -none of us single moms would have a to be alone.
If we had a Santa that could do something special for some of us that would be real magic.
