I think I feel most overwhelmed with single parenting when I am worried for my children.
I sit at this coffee shop, and I cry over their hearts, their learning, their impulses, their grief, and their needs. With nobody to say it to, nobody who will carry this quite as deeply as I do, though few come very nearly close.
I am their only parent.
Today, my heart aches for Tucker, who has always learned differently than other children, absorbs silently, and shows little of his knowledge to the people who need to know. I ache for the spirit in his heart, the needs of his mind, the wounds in his soul.
I ache for Tyler differently, on different days. Today, my heart bleeds for Tuck.
And then I am reminded that I am not their only parent.
His Creator knows his heart.
His Counselor knows his worries.
His Father holds him close.
And this is the God to whom I pour my heart today,
that He will allow the world to see my son
only as his gracious Father allows others to see him.
I am his mom.
I am not alone.
Neither is Tucker.