single mom



Ten. I move in ten days.

If you didn’t already know, I am flipping nervous. I have been preparing for this since mid-June. I’m torn between totally unprepared and chomping at the bit. Depends on the day time of day. In the line for cash at Wal-Mart today, the lady behind me commented on how cute the Thomas the Tank Engine plate set I had picked for Finley was. When I told her I had bought it as a special treat for when he visits me in Halifax, she stopped unloading her cart.

“That is going to be so hard on you, but good for you!”

Excuse me while I pat myself on the back and simultaenously throw up. It is going to be hard. It’s also going to be pretty liberating.

A really good friend of mine also felt the need to tell me that, after reading my blog, I needed to remember that I’m more than a single mom. He’s right, and I know it.

I’ve been using my single momdom as a security blanket. I’ve made it my identity. I’ve forgotten all of the other bits of me. I’ve put my hobbies on the back burner since those little feet hit the ground running. I’m going to miss him a lot, but there are a handful of things I’m going to really enjoy.

 — The opportunity to do yoga whenever I want. This goes another step further in that I can enjoy my yoga practice for ten minutes or two hours, if I so choose.

 — Running, sans stroller. Yes, I will have to bring the dog. She is a terrible running partner, but it’s easier than the stroller, the constant stops to make sure he’s not bored.

 — Going to the ATM, alone. ‘Nuff said.

 — Not hitting the toy section of every. single. store.

Mostly… Rediscovering me. I’d be willing to bet that I’ve changed a little bit in the past two years. Actually, in the past six months. Definitely in the past six months. I can’t wait to just be Ashley for a little while.

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