My son is going to be one in exactly a month. Wow the year went fast! The memories of cradling his tiny 6 pound body already seem so vague. The moment I held him and admired his every inch, from the tip of his cone head to his tiny little toes, I knew he was special and he was all mine.
I have been on my own since I was pregnant. In a way I felt like I was missing out. I didn't have anyone to rub my belly or read stories to "our" bundle of joy. On the other hand I felt lucky. I was the only voice this baby knew. The only laugh, the only love. I was this babies world! I was and still am Mummy and Daddy!
So now I look at my son and know I am his everything. Do I feel sad and lonely.... No. Do I feel blessed.... of course.
So who is going to teach him about sports, mechanics, how to be a handy man, women, love, life.... Me! I am going to have to learn some of this as we go, especially the mechanics, but we will do it together.
I am his and he is mine and we could not be any luckier!
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So here I am raising my son alone. Was this planned? No. Do I love it? Yes. Him + Me = I guess we will see!
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