Hello! My name is Shelley and I am a single mom by choice of two brilliant little trolls, now age 10 and 12. After my second divorce, I decided to give single motherhood a go, realizing that having a child was more important to me than having a partner and I wasn’t getting any younger.
With the help of a fabulous medical clinic, I was able to get pregnant and give birth to my first child, a boy, 12 years ago. When he was 18 months old, I became pregnant with a second child, a girl. I never got to experience the so-called “joys” of going through either pregnancy with a partner. For a long time, that bothered me. I continued through the years to feel bothered that my kids were somehow missing a critical piece to their childhood – another parent. My son used to tell his friends I hated daddies, and I’ve been asked countless times by kids ages 3 to 13 where my kids’ father is. I’ve never gotten good at answering these questions gracefully, even when the asker is barely out of diapers. In recent years though, I’ve learned that it is ok that they don’t have another parent, that I’m perfectly fine providing for them on my own, and truthfully, while it was a hot topic of conversation when they were little, they don’t even seem to notice anymore. The missing parent angst does continue to spur me to take on too much, get them involved in too many activities, drive too much, and spend too much money, in order to provide things for them that this missing parent was somehow supposed to provide for them.
Through this blog, I hope to connect with others who have had similar experiences and expose a little craziness, some thoughts, emotions, burning questions, unique issues, and HUMOR that comes with raising kids, whether you are single or not.