I think the most difficult part about being a single mom is being alone.
It is not the fact that I am doing the job of two parents by myself, although that can sometimes be challenging.
But it is not being able to share all the moments that life brings that are so special.
When Lincoln takes his first steps, I cherish that moment alone.
When he says momma for the first time, I cherish that alone.
When he falls and scrapes his knee, I comfort and worry alone.
When he has food all over his face and is acting super silly, I laugh at him alone.
When he finally falls asleep after a long active day, I enjoy that moment alone.
When I pray and rejoice for this beautiful boy, I pray alone.
It is not all the time, all the work, and all the hardships of doing things by yourself. It is all the moments that are so precious and not having anyone to share them with.
Or at least not the other half of him that would care like I care.