JS: Single Mothering Not For Wimps

I had a few times where I sorely missed a partner — like when the oldest fell on the way to school and split his forehead open and had to be taken to emergency by the sitter — along with all the other kids she was caring for … The times in Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts where a father would have been so much better with knives and carving and fishing and making fires.  (I was demonstrating how to fix a tarp, slicing through the tarp and also slicing through my thumb and then standing there with blood gushing and calmly advising ten little boys on how to stop bleeding while also gluing the tarp, and ending it with, children, don’t do this at home)/ JeanieS . Full post below .

Question: When did you last suffer a significant cut?

I raised my two boys since they were 2 and 3.  It was a huge struggle and I had many moments of being totally overwhelmed that these two little guys were so dependent on me to raise them.  I had a few times where I sorely missed a partner - like when the oldest fell on the way to school and split his forehead open and had to be taken to emergency by the sitter - along with all the other kids she was caring for; or the time my youngest had surgery when he was six.  The times in Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts where a father would have been so much better with knives and carving and fishing and making fires.  (I was demonstrating how to fix a tarp, slicing through the tarp and also slicing through my thumb and then standing there with blood gushing and calmly advising ten little boys on how to stop bleeding while also gluing the tarp, and ending it with, children, don’t do this at home.)  There were times I worried that having no positive male role model would leave the boys slightly warped.  I look back now and thank God for the unbelievable luck that the boys have grown into very fine young men.  And that they still think I walk on water.  Being a single mother is not for wimps.