I carry the weight of a single mom.
That heavy realization of the enormity of the path that lies before me.
I carry the devastation they feel over all the changes that have been thrust upon them.
I carry their tears, their bad dreams, their pining for the way things used to be.
I carry guilt that I can’t change that for them.
I carry fear of the future. The what ifs are heavy.
I carry the desire for them to grow knowing loving someone does not have to equal losing who you are.
I carry the heartbreak of not learning that sooner.
I carry the jealousy they feel when they spend time in two parent homes.
I carry the sadness of the loss they feel about who he has become.
I carry their confusion as well.
I carry the responsibility of two while only being one.
I carry the realization that I am their example of strength.
I carry the worry that I will fail.
I carry the tenacity to not let that happen.