Thanks for Pointing Out the Obvious...

I've never felt more like a single mother then tonight. I try to remember that people must have good intentions....most of them do anyways.The woman I see at Kenny's soccer practices, who is the mother of a little girl on his team, seems to be a constant reminder that I'm a single mother. It very rarely bothers me. I can go just about anywhere and it's never a problem. It's just life and you deal with it. But each and every week this woman reminds me that I'm single. I'm doing this alone. Alone,alone,ALONE. She's a very nice lady, and we chat about our kids playing soccer, and the usual 'are you from here?' 'Where do you work?' 'How was your week?' But then there are the slightly invasive questions like 'So do you get along with Kenny's father?' Or like tonight's ' Has it always just been you and Kenny?' I started feeling like I was being interrogated . I don't understand why she's so interested. But I really don't understand why it bothers me so much. I've been asked those questions before. It's the way she asks me and the fact that I was the only single parent there. I'm surrounded by moms in high waisted, faded jeans with a toddler on each arm, pushing a baby stroller while their husbands chat about this weekends golf tournament ( totally made that last part up but you get the idea) and it got to me. I stopped engaging in any type of conversation after she made the comment about how her sister was a single mom until her son was 8. Seriously? Because telling me this helps me how? Do people not realize what a slap in the face it is to say that to single parent? Obviously not. Because it felt like a stranger trying to give me pity,or reassure me somehow that I won't be alone forever. Well it certainly didn't help, it just made me more overwhelmed. I came home to a dirty house with dishes stacked up in the sink, bills in the mailbox, laundry ( at least it was folded) covering my living room floor, things that may never find a home, and all I want to do is crawl in bed and never come out. At least for a day. But there's always something. There's always a dirty house with piles of laundry everywhere. There's always unpaid bills lying around and dishes in the sink. But today it feels like I'm drowning in those dishes and bills. And that I'm doing it..wait for it...ALONE. But that's not true, because I know I'm surrounded by friends and family.But just for tonight I'm going to have a moment, and I'm going to pout for the next 30 minutes and then I'm going to move on.  Because my life is amazing, full of so many stories of how much I am loved, and how much God has blessed me. My son is a daily reminder of both <3.