I really thought I could defeat the icky chest cold by sheer willpower, exercise and vitamins. I was really wrong.
As I lay in bed this morning, knowing that C was safe in Ms care far away at the synagogue where I work and we both teach on Sunday mornings, I thought to myself, as I often do, that I am incredibly fortunate to have M as a partner in this endeavor.
Solo parenting must be incredibly hard to do. It’s not just about the long days and nights. It’s about being sick and knowing you can rely on someone else to take up the slack. It’s about knowing that you can go out once in a while. It’s about being able to say, I need I breather, I’m going to the supermarket, I’ll be back in a bit.
After lunch M took C out for a walk so I could take another nap.
When he came back he looked wiped.
He looked over at me and said “I couldn’t be a single dad.”
Funny how we came to the same conclusion from two different directions.