Since Wednesday I have been solo parenting. Just me, child wrangling my two energetic and enthusiastic children. It has been hard. But in all honesty, the children have been amazing. Somehow the absence of my husband and their Dadda has established an amazing routine of being asleep by seven o’clock, leaving the night free to myself. Every night. Go Mumma! But that it just it, the nights are too myself.
And although you may think one should relish in this opportunity of having time-out and quiet time once the children are asleep, I actually dread it. Because it is the nights that when I am alone, all is silent that are the hardest. The absence of your emotional rock, adult company and half that completes you makes it incredibly challenging. Everything else just runs quite smoothly. Not this.
Ten days seems like a lifetime. Each night my daughter and I count down the days and nights till Dadda gets home. Her face lights up with the realisation that we are onto just ‘one hand’ of counting. And I think, I have only got ten days. Really, it is nothing compared to what so many other parents and families endure. Ten days apart for the first time in our five years of marriage to me has been one of the most challenging experiences yet.
I have lost my mojo totally. All this alone time you would think I would be writing, pulling out articles for the next month. Surprisingly not so. I have just had nothing. It is like my bucket is empty.
My moments have been far and few between the last few days. But in all the madness, craziness and emotional downfalls, I have realised how much I treasure and love my other half. Cliche, in that ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’. Maybe? But true! In the madness that our daily lives give us, it is easy to forget, take things for granted and not acknowledge those little things. Too easy!
Maybe the cliche’s in life actually are more poignant then we give them credit for?
This life of solo parenting is teaching me one thing: I am so grateful to go through this life journey with one person, and one person only; my husband.
That is a moment in itself.
What moments have you experienced? How do you get through those alone periods in your life?
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