Table for One
This blog needs a reboot. I have been through many changes
in the last year and I haven’t posted anything in even longer than that. I’m
officially reinventing Ms. Martinifontaine.
One of the things that I’m learning this year is to be
alone. Un partnered. Single. Technically speaking, I’m not alone-alone, because I have a child. I doubt, though, that I would
get any argument from anyone that being a single parent isn’t about the most
alone you’ll ever be. Here is a quick list that I made up to illustrate my point:
Being a single parent means:
1. being
the only grownup on scene who is in charge, ever. So when the decisions get
made you are the one with your butt on the line, always.
2. being
responsible for All The Things: getting the garbage out on time, making sure
there is toilet paper and knowing when you get to the store that you forgot to
buy bleach last time and need to pick it up this time; knowing when the doctors
appointments are supposed to happen, when the last time anyone (you) vacuumed,
making sure the pipes don’t freeze and that the car has gas in it when you have
to schlep to the school in the morning. And pretty much everything else.
3. Being
the only person around for the child/children to blame when things don’t go
their way. Which really puts undo pressure on the adult and creates an
unrealistic picture of only one individual having control over a lot of things
that are largely out of control most of the time.
4. Figuring
out things to eat that you can make one plate at a time, without having to
throw half of it away at the end of the week. Unless you are one of the three
lucky adults on the planet with a child who eats whatever you make, (oh sure,
there may be more than that…like 10?), you are only cooking grown up food for
one, and there just isn’t a lot available for single servings that doesn’t come
out of a freezer package. Freezer food is not even real food.
5. Always
being ON. There is no break. Even when you have a “break”, you are on a
schedule to get back to your responsibilities, because there’s no one to back
you up.
6. There’s
no one to back you up. When you lay down the law, there isn’t anyone else
around to back you up. And it’s a stone cold fact that children automatically
outnumber adults 2 -1, no matter how many of them there are.
7. There’s
no one around to bring you a cuppa or chocolate or wine when things get rough.
I’m pretty sure this is why my Grandpa Toad trained each and every one of his
grandchildren to make a toddy at the ripe old age of nine; he knew that someday
grandma was either going to leave him or die, if he didn’t go first, and he
made damn sure there’d be someone around to help out at toddy time. The man may
not have had a terrific amount of formal education, but he was one smart
cookie.
8. No
hugs and kisses, the romantic kind.
9. No
one else around to get rid of spiders
10.If
you happen to wake up and find yourself in an existential quandary full of
loathing and self-doubt and wracked the pain and isolation of your pitiful,
meaning less existence (thanks, Weird Al), that is no excuse to just suck it up
and keep going. No one else is going to do it for you.
My point is that when you’ve gone through a big change that
leaves you alone, it’s not the big decisions that wear you down. It’s not
deciding whether or not to date, it’s not deciding where to live or how to pay
an attorney; those things actually bring excitement and distraction from the
daily, little, chip, chip, chipping away decisions that every day take you further away from
being a person who is one half of a team.
There are a hundred opinions out there about how to “move
on”: wait a year, wait five years, go to Vegas, go on a cruise, join a dating
web site, get back on the horse, have fun, concentrate on being a parent, learn
to love who you are, learn to recognize who you are, get therapy, go to yoga,
stay home with your child/ren – the advice is endless. There is no formula for
moving on with your life, for being alone, for being a healthy single
person.
I, personally, will not be found in the frozen food section,
you can be sure about that.
But maybe the deli.
Hey, it's @janeenlee from twitter. I didn't know you were a single mom, too. I'm much farther down that path than you (I've been one for 13 years), but still struggle with many of the same things you list here. Wanted to offer up some single-mom solidarity.
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