As I am still rather busy with that strange thing they call work, a few other single mums have answered my pleas for help.Its lovely to hear other single mums stories and today’s is from Sharon.
Last week I stayed in on Friday night, fighting the desire to get my PJs on, counting the minutes until it was time to pick my son up from a party – his first ‘proper’ Friday night house party (long gone are the days when they were events involving jelly and ice cream).
I sat fidgeting, flicked restlessly through TV channels, watched the clock and wondered how on earth did this happen? One minute he is toddling around taking his first steps and the next he’s taking his first steps to adulthood and independence.
From the moment they’re born, children’s lives are a series of firsts – first smile, first word, first day at school. As a single parent working full time sometimes I missed some of them – grandma was the one who made sure the first tooth that came out made it home safely to go under the pillow. Occasionally I thought it may have been easier if someone was around to share them – like when the Tooth Fairy unsuccessfully tried to leave money in exchange for that tooth.
Mostly though, I watched with pleasure and pride. They often impacted on me – the first time he was old enough to stay in the house by himself so I didn’t have to drag him around the supermarket was a blessing. And of course many firsts are great opportunities to take photos which you can then plaster around the walls on his 16th birthday (his first nativity play ones are a classic!).
As he gets older the collection of firsts continues but they start to take on more significance, become more momentous. We are now into a whole new level of firsts. So far this year (already!) he has been to his first night out at a gig in the big city, has met his first serious girlfriend, and wants to go to his first music festival. His firsts are, of course, now steps to impending independence and adulthood and, as I become more acutely aware of, steps to leaving home. That is going to be a major first for us both to face.
Sharon is a single mum to Dylan ( a sometimes sweet 16 year old!) you can read more of her scribbles about life with her son ( and the cat and dog ) at SribblingSharon