If you had told me 5 years ago that I would have two kids - I wouldn't have believed it. My children are the most precious gifts that I have ever received. There are times that being a single mother of 2 children is really challenging. When I was first separated from my husband and dealing with becoming a single mother, it was the most difficult time of my life. I constantly worried everyday that I was making a bad decision for my boys. They went from living in a house on a very nice cove, with a big backyard with two parents to being shuffled back and forth between that houses and my small apartment. I knew I needed to get out of the situation that I was in, but I worried for my children. I worried about the change for them. I worried how they were adjusting to it all. Through this, though - I was having a mini-breakdown. Looking back, I realize that I slipped into a short spell of depression. There were many times that I was so overcome with the pain of the ending of my marriage, that I really couldn't deal with anything else. I wasn't the best mother at that time for my children. There were so many days that I didn't think that I would be able to even get out of the bed, but there were these angels that made it possible. There was also another angel in my life that helped me get through the really rough times. He came through for me when I didn't have anyone else to turn to and when I didn't think I would be able to handle the pressure by myself. I don't know too many men that would step in and help out with another man's children. This person stepped up to the plate and came in and helped in ways that he doesn't even know that he did. There were a lot of times that I don't know how I would have made it through those first few months without him.
My children are the world to me, they are alike in a lot of ways, but they have very different personalities. The oldest is very emotional, touchy-feely, and a bit of a cry-baby. He's very smart and intelligent and loves race cars and movies. He'll be in the middle of watching a movie or playing and come find me and say, "Mommy, can I give you a hug?", and then go back to doing what he was doing previously. He gives the best hugs!!!
The youngest is a bit of a rebel, a free spirit, doesn't really care about anything(not in a bad way), he just goes with the flow of things. He, too is very smart. He picks up on things from his brother. He's also a clown, he tries to make people laugh and usually succeeds. He is a really funny 2 year old. It makes it hard to discipline him because he'll say something on purpose to get a laugh out of you. There are times that he can be sweet - the other day, he was sitting on my lap while I was reading him this book and he looked at me and said "mommy, I will be your baby" and I said yes, "you are my baby". He said "good!"
I've been told that the youngest is like me and the oldest is like his father. I agree. The oldest is assertive, he'll ask you a million times for something until he wears you down. The youngest is aggressive, he'll just take what he wants instead of waiting on you to respond.
I thank God every single day for these two boys in my life. I know that with the help and support of some wonderful men in their lives - they can do anything. These two little boys have a wonderful way of making me smile - even when I don't want to.
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