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Heartache and Hope; Opening the Box of Remembrance, A Single Momma’s Perspective
We sit on the carpeted floor, surrounded by boxes holding treasures manifested as paintings, drawings made with markers, papers penciled with misspelled letters, stories, and construction paper cards cut out and pasted for holidays. Each creation is marked by a child’s name and a date. We count backwards to bridge the year, with the teacher, an age, and a pre-divorce, post-divorce designation. The dog interrupts, wanting to plant herself in the middle, asserting her belief that floor time signals play time. I remember my own childhood, sorting through similar treasures, printed photographs, wanting to remember and touch the tangible evidence of my own existence. It’s like this with my girl.…
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Hope for the Holidays; the Single Momma Way
God sets the lonely in families. Psalm 68:6 This is my ninth turn at the holiday season being a single momma. If this is your first or even your second turn, it gets better, I promise. I am not able to tell you how long it will take before it is better, it just will be, someday. My first year, I spent Thanksgiving at my parent’s house, not even without my kids, crying in a corner in an upstairs bedroom. Alone, not because they were trying to stay away from me, but because alone was how I could manage. Fast forward to Christmas of the same year (celebrated after Christmas)…
