Parenting is a relay race
Let me start with a disclaimer--If you are a single parent--especially if your child's other parent is not in the picture at all, especially if you have no other family or community to help you out--this post is gonna sound utopian to you. So I just want to say--I see you, I honor you, I don't know how you are doing this, but I know I would be doing it worse. And secondly, this is not my usual funny post, and it discusses suicide ideation at one point. If you have thoughts of harming yourself, please call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 988. OK, now for the regularly scheduled post. The early years of my kids' lives are receding in my memory. If it weren't for Facebook reminding me of them, the adorable outfit they wore and hysterical things they said, I am not sure if I'd have much memory at all. What I do remember is that those years were hard. I can see glimpses of it in oblique references in those Facebook posts and between the laugh lines of this
