Single parenting is getting smoother. These days it feels more like having a little pesky roommate who occupies most of the house space and gets under your skin most of the time. It’s either Raine has mellowed (or matured) or I got used to his whinney, irritable little ways and he in return has gotten used to mine. Maybe both.
The two of us have learned to respect each other’s moodiness, we can at least read the signals (couples of seconds) before something explodes real big. Raine now understands the “eye thing” that says he’s now threading the thin line before mommy gets bersek. And I too have learned to respect his wants and moods. I finally accepted that from Raine’s perspective, stuff that i deem negligible may be all the world to him and shouldn’t be neglected. As much as possible, I try to put myself in his shoes first before I call judgement on delicate situations.
It’s so funny actually that I see a lot of myself in Raine: impatient, volatile and knows what he wants (and gets it too!). Everyday, he’s becoming so much like me and more: more assertive, more expressive of emotions (both in actions and words) and more sure of himself that I could ever be. I think I’m quite happy on how he’s turning to be. It scares me to the bones though. I think I’ve finally met my match!
For the first time I can truly (and wholeheartedly) say that I’m starting to enjoy (single) motherhood a lot. Things are indeed getting better each day. Easier each day, like what I’ve been told…