But then we hit day ten. The novelty of doing this parenting thing on my own and working late into the night had worn off. I just became tired and full of self-pity. It wasn’t fair to have to work, care for the kids, and take care of running the household. By week three, I’d built myself up to be a martyr; joining the ranks of women whose husbands were serving overseas.
The truth is, I just tasted a very small glimpse of what single parenting is like. Millions of parents live this life day in and day out. I asked a single friend to speak to what she felt was the biggest need, misconception and prayer request of single parenting. Here’s what Jamie said:
More time in the day to be able to meet my child’s needs.
That you should feel sorry for a single parent. They need compassion and help, not pity. I want my children to know that relationships are not perfect and the only relationship we can fully depend on is the one with Jesus. Relationships die, people in relationships die, and/or go away, but Jesus is always there. I also want my children to know that even though relationships end, that you should still have them and “go for it” so to speak and not live in fear that it WILL end.
Lord, be more than I ever could be, Meet the needs of my children before I could anticipate them and beyond my capacity to fill them. Place others in their life who will teach, guide and train them, And replace any weariness and guilt with peace, patience, and prosperity.