day 131: like a pair of high heels

Want the honest to goodness truth?

Brace yourself:
being a single parent is the hardest, most not desirable, not at all fun thing out there.

I'm not good at it. And really, don't wanna be. It sucks (and you know I hate that word).

I may be good at putting off the air that I have it all together. And people believe me. That's purposeful. But behind closed doors, I laugh sadly and shake my head, because I have them all fooled. Because remember, I'm not good at this. And I don't wanna be.

The English teacher side of me thinks in similes and metaphors a lot. Sometimes they explain better than I can. So here's one for you: military single parenting is like a pair of high heeled shoes. They're you're only choice in footwear for a solid chunk of time (in my case, a year). Sure, they get the job done. But they're painful every step of the way. They just plain hurt. Not comfortable at all, ever. And don't even think of throwing them off and going barefoot. It's not allowed. You have to suck it up and earn those blisters and calluses and oddly-shaped feet, but you will look good doing it....while silently cringing in pain.

So there you have it. A peek into my role. A short walk in my shoes (pun slightly intended - another English teacher foe).

But one more thing. The part that's kicking my butt tonight is that although I have to do this alone for now, my spouse is, in a removed yet not thanks to technology way, watching me do this thing from a distance. He hears the words, sees the pictures, but somehow I can't erase the mistakes and errors and things I want to do-over, even from his limited view. And maybe that's what my struggle is right now. That I want to do him well. Want him to be proud, of what I could do, how I could hold up, in spite of his absence. And then I fall flat on my face like I did today and feel that I've not done a single thing right.

(p.s. one thing I'll admit I am still good at is crying on the phone, while talking to you, without you even knowing. or did you?)

Comments

  1. Give me some credit...I've known you for a little while now. You don't hide it as well as you think you do. I knew you were crying when we hung up yesterday.

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  2. Heidi, praying the finish line is in sight and that it inspires you! You are right, it is a job that can only be describe as SUCKS!
    I truly think the military gives us two sets of heroes; the ones who leave their families to protect us and the ones left here to do both jobs! Thank you for answering the call and know I am always praying for you!

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  3. Heidi,

    I've been reading your blogs for about an hour. I got back to the 9yr olds bday. Let me say you may have to walk in those darned high heels, but you sure look classy doing so! You put most typical moms to shame. Despite the fact that you are physically solo, you are doing a great job. I know we out here don't see everything that happens or the times when the attitude needs checked. Trust me, I have to live a facade at times as a pastor's wife. I can't count the times when I'm crushed inside and I have to put on the cheery face, smile or tone. Don't want anyone to know things aren't so great in our home all the time. Thanks for sharing with us each day that you are "normal" and at the same time superwoman. Take care my friend.

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