People say being a single parent is hard, and it can be, and it is. But there’s something really quite wonderful about being a single mother of an only child. For the last ten years before he went off to college, from ages 8 to 18, my son and I got to play by our own rules.
I almost didn’t write this post. Because even though I realize that I’m an anomaly by earning my BA degree last month at 53 years old, and I could talk excitedly for hours about self-actualization and human potential, I was going to keep this milestone to myself. Like a spiritual journey, it feels sacred to me.