I'm a single mama. That is such a loaded sentence. When I say it, I'm telling you that I'm the Mama and the Daddy, teacher, sole provider, chauffeur, chief cook and bottle washer, cheerleader, nurse, recreation director, maid, day planner, and bedtime enforcer. Look around you. I would bet that I'm not the only single parent in your circle of friends.
We need you. We need adult conversation. We need encouragement that we are doing a good job and that our kid is not a future psycho. If you are watching us pull out copious amounts of prematurely graying hair, have mercy and watch the kid for a couple of hours so we can go have dinner at a table with a real tablecloth and remember what it's like to eat hot food with a fork.
Although my living situation demands that I limit access to my life and my daughter for her safety and my sanity's sake, I'll admit for a single parent it takes a village. You have to be cautious about who carries a key to your private life, but we cannot live behind locked doors forever. Fear is not the fundamental action I am trying to achieve in my child's life. When you see me frustrated with my kid, don't assume. If you have some bass in your voice, reinforce the attitude I'm trying to encourage. My kid's "on" switch got stuck on hypersonic.
I want to take a moment to recognize the single dads who do it every day also. As parental beings who normally lack a larger dose of nuturing emotions, you have amazing creative skills. I applaud you. So look up from your busy life, look around, and be somebody's hero. Capes not required, but highly recommended!