Single. Mom.

I'm a Single Mom. 

Single? Well no, I'm divorced. I was not single when I became their Mom. (It just felt like it).
Single? Well, yes I'm the only Mom in our home.
Single? As in available, unattached, looking for a partner? Well, I guess so. I've been so busy raising my sons and trying to be both Mom and Dad, I've ignored that part of me. 

Until...
Someone flirted with me Saturday! Actual full-blown, flirt: eye contact, conversation... No sloppy come-on, no indecent proposition, just a little bit of light, innocent flirting. The kind that boosts the ego and makes you smile.

But it's been so long since anyone flirted with me, I missed it at first.

I mean, completely over my head, smile politely and move on. Then it hit me. He's cute, He's well-spoken, and He's flirting... with me. So, for a minute, I flirted back. Smile. Chat. Smile. Move on.

Now with my luck, he's probably just out on a prison-release program or attempting to film some sort of "punk'd" video. I'll never know, but I do wish him well, and I thank him for the experience.

As a Single Mom, my life revolves around my sons, my work, church and community events. It's been so long since I've been to a party, bar, or club that I can't remember it. Since my marriage ended, I've met some nice men, dated a couple of them, and I've met some not so nice.

But for the last (almost) 2 years, I've taken a sabbatical from the dating scene. It's not that I'm out of the game, but I've been warming the bench.

It's not that I'm content being alone. To be perfectly honest, I'm lonely. I'd really like to find a nice gentleman to date. In fact, it's part of my prayer life. But I'm not desperate, either. And I'm not praying "for a man"... I could find one of those anywhere. I'm holding out for the real thing.

I know the real thing exists, I see friends living it every day. Not that fairy-tale garbage (Disney lied) but real life give-and-take. It's not easy, but they work at it. But where is he? I've come to the conclusion that if God wants me to meet Mr. Right... he's gonna put him right down in front of me, no questions asked. (Yes, I'm prepared this may take a while).

Enter: February 14th.

It's on everyone's mind. Friends are blogging about it, red hearts festoon store aisles, and dinner reservations are being made.

Here's the thing about Valentine's Day:

I hate the commercialization of love. I always have. For years I've said, "it's nothing but a retail trap" -- stand in line 2 hours for a mediocre dinner in a jam-packed restaurant, and that's how a person celebrates love? I don't think so. Buy jewelry because that Jeweler-with-the-alphabet-letter-name says: "Every Kiss begins with K" -- great, prostitutionalize love. Kisses shouldn't come about because someone hands me jewelry.  (Side note: I do like jewelry... but if it's the Right Man, he'll be kissed for many reasons, not just jewelry).

Single Awareness Day? You gotta be kidding me! I need a day to celebrate this? To be aware I'm single? Folks, I know every day... I'm alone. Thanks, but no thanks. Take the drama elsewhere.

My Valentine's evening will be spent working. That morning, I will have celebrated with my children as we get ready for school. But my sons know I love them. Every. Single. Day.

To those with a Valentine this year, I sure wish you happiness. Truly I do! Enjoy, have fun, party on. But keep this in mind: Love should be celebrated every day. Big ways, little ways, and all ways.

To those without a Valentine this year ... Well, there's no delicate way to put this: The day is depressing. But remember, it's just a day. Turn off the tv, go volunteer somewhere, read a book, take a nap. And don't forget this: You are loved, by Someone who gave His life for you. No greater love exists. Find your confidence in that Love.

As for me, I'm still working on the term, "Single Mom" ... No clue where this path will lead me. But as I face the (sometimes) overwhelming and very rewarding challenge of being my sons' only parent, I have to remember: my existence can not be summed up in a single title.

And my Valentine Resolution? Not to get so lost in my role as parent that I forget to celebrate being a Woman. Single. Fabulous. Worthy. Loved.

Why Can't We Be Friends?

Life and Time often conspire against us, causing memories to be blurred and events forgotten. But as I review Robert's paperwork and reorganize his file, events are remembered. Combine the memories with recent events and I want to offer some reflections on our Special Ed journey.

I homeschooled both boys in their early years. The reasons I chose homeschooling were varied: Merrimack (NH) didn't have public kindergarten, both boys had delays, homeschooling gave us freedom and more time for bonding, they'd been rejected for early intervention in WA state (which I now know was illegal)... and I wasn't ready to trust the school system with my children.

But through Special Olympics, I met a wonderful lady who oversaw the sped program at Reed's Ferry Elementary in New Hampshire. One day she said to me, "Please let me have a chance with your son." And things went well. Not perfect, I didn't know how to get speech for Robert... but the school system put both boys on IEP's and Robert had OT, PT, and accommodations. (Ryann had speech and OT but no longer needs an IEP although he still struggles with auditory sensitivity). Unfortunately, despite a decent school system, my marriage was finally disintegrating. And I moved home to Virginia.

Although the small town to which I fled offered many positives, my sons were now at the mercy of a school system that didn't care... Don't get me wrong, there were some that tried, and some who fought the brave fight... but I was one woman, fighting a political machine. I remember the first IEP meeting... they'd lined up a dozen folks in a small classroom and I guess I was meant to be intimidated. Four hours later I called my best friend and said, "I'm going to be a while"... and for the next two years I learned how to fight the good fight. I joined the Sped Advisory Committee for the county, I pulled in a research team from Richmond... and again, while there are those who tried to help, their best efforts could not give my son what he needed.

Most of you know how I ended up in DeSoto County, MS. Their reputed public school autism program and the woman who loves our children, brought me here. And even though there are bumps along the way, I still say... we have it GOOD in DeSoto County. Robert has Speech (after 3 other states denied him), OT, Social Skills group, transportation accomodations, sensory diet, and other accommodations. My children are blossoming... and we are blessed.

But recently, someone said to me, "I want my IEP meeting to be peaceful". And heck, I sure agree with that statement. I'd like everything to be peaceful. But it doesn't work that way. Sometimes you have to be bold, you have to project an image... to get your children what they need.

When we first got to MS, we had an IEP meeting prior to Robert's admission to school. I think folks listened but they didn't "get it"... perhaps they needed to meet Robert, perhaps they were overburdened (God bless our teachers who are so very overworked and underpaid), perhaps they weren't used to a parent who participated in their child's education process, perhaps.... I had to prove myself.

I'm not sure what the exact answer was, but as I go through the documents in Robert's file, I see an email written about me which was written right after I got here, dtd 1-29-08 and states in part "...in her response below that she has other concerns she feels aren't being acknowledged. From this point on, I will only communicate with her in person with someone else or by phone with someone present." No doubt this was written because I'd been a bit outspoken, been pushing for services.

But even then, my concerns weren't taken into account as they should, when Robert was hit in the face in school, his glasses broken, and I rushed to the school on Feb 4th... to find my baby hurt and upset. Granted, Robert had acted out in the bathroom (and from his perspective he got in big trouble with me) but there should've been safeguards in place prior to the incident. I had asked for them, but it wasn't until this incident, that they were quickly put in place.

And to the school's credit, the other child was suspended. Yet I was told, "this isn't the first time he's tried these attention getting devices", and my response was, "Why didn't you tell me?" I suppose school personnel get so tired of parents not caring, and are overwhelmed by all that goes on, that sometimes things fall through the cracks. But they shouldn't and now it's a line item in his IEP... I will be contacted!

And so, my first contacts with school personnel in MS didn't endear me to anyone. I was bold, passionate, outspoken, and had reached my limits with schools. I wasn't anyone's friend. But I'm cool with that... I have friends. What I was, however, was Robert's Mom.

And can you believe it? The following line item is now in Robert's IEP:

Robert's mother is extremely supportive of his education and maintains great communication with his teachers and support staff. She provides academic and behavior support at home and is concerned for Robert's best educational environment."

Bless them!

Along this journey, I've met several people who would be happy if I dropped off the face of the earth. Not my problem. I've also met people who work hard for our children every day. Even if they aren't my friends, I admire them and am so thankful they are part of my child's life. And I've made a few friends who I love dearly... and thank for their passion and devotion to our children.

My intended message? Don't give up, don't worry about making friends, don't worry about keeping the peace. There may be times where you are your child's only advocate. Learn how to get your message across professionally, always back your position with data, learn how to negotiate, and learn when to speak up when it's needed. And never, ever, underestimate the power of prayer and the promise that Right will Prevail!

Love Never Dies

Long before Andrew Lloyd Weber decided to create a sequel to "Phantom of the Opera" (entitled "Love Never Dies"), I had been teaching my boys to use this saying as a mantra.

When we've had to move away from family and friends? We will miss them, but love never dies.

When there's been a bad grade, or a window broken, or a misdeed? There have been consequences, but love never dies.

When the boys express longing to have had more time with their grandfather? We talk about all the memories of him, and know that love never dies.

Through times of frustration or celebration, arguments or peace, even at times when it seems an impossible task, I try to have a house where love never dies.

And so, when I came home from work and found the giant message in a tiny little cut-out heart taped to my computer monitor... I thanked the Heavens for a love that never dies.

Originally written and posted on facebook April 23, 2010. Sharing via Blog in time for Valentine's Day!