One of the hard things about parenting alone is not having someone to talk with at the end of the day.
When I had a husband we would talk after he got home from work. I would have a chance to rave about my children. I would tell him the things they had done that day, and together, we would marvel at how cute they were, or how smart.
There is something so satisfying about being able to share stories about your children. But, unfortunately, not everyone is interested. Countless sitcoms have been written about people boring their friends and neighbors with home movies and endless stories of how wonderful their kids are. So, obviously, it doesn't work to share these stories with just anyone.
I was at a friend's house today. And she truly loves my children like they were her own. I went on and on about the antics of my little ones. She listened intently, and responded with comments about how cute they are.
I really appreciate knowing that someone else loves my children enough to care about their day-to-day lives. I don't think there is anything that means more to a mom than someone who loves and appreciates her children. And in a single-parent household that someone isn't always easy to come by.
