From Paired to Single Parent: The Weight of Doing It Alone
Dear God, Somethings are out of my hands. I am grateful for the closed doors and even more for the opened ones. Thank you for covering me. Thank you for protecting me. Thank you for ensuring my path is made easy. In Jesus name, Amen . There was a time when our home echoed with the rhythm of two parents navigating life together. The mornings were filled with the hustle of shared responsibilities—one making breakfast while the other packed lunches. If I couldn’t make it to an appointment, dad could. If one of us was tired, the other could pick up the slack. There was a balance, a partnership. But now, as a single parent, that rhythm has changed—and some days, it feels like I’m dancing alone to a song that never ends. My son loves the movie Vivo where the song is Dance to the Beat of My Own Drum! That’s me! These days, every doctor’s appointment, every school meeting, every late-night fever or early morning meltdown—it all falls on me. Taking a day off work is no longer a shared decision;...