Breathing life back into this space
It's April, 2025. I have four children. Three I've written about so far on this blog, one I'll catch up on soon. I have been a single mother to all four of them for a little over two years. I have been told I'm made for this. "Who else could do it?" they say. "I don't know how you do it?" they say. "You were born for this." but here I stutter. I am not sure any one single person was born to raise four children alone, constantly being pulled by their needs and constantly faced by where I must fall short. Who else could do it? Many people do it. How? They just do. I wake up and I do. I make the breakfasts and get everyone dressed, I sneak in a shower every 3rd day and let the water run over my skin and say "You've got this". I try to do something for myself as often as I can manage. I fall short on all my goals, and I fall short for them, but I keep looking at the targets I'm hitting and I keep waking up in the morning...
