Sometimes...

This article won't be a happy go-lucky one, this one is something from the heart and the fears in the dark.

Sometimes I wish I was not a single-parent. It's hard feeling the minority in any group, and when you're on several homeschool lists and know you are the minority, it is even harder. I see the playgroups and all the wonderful things that go on during the week, but I cannot participate in these things. I have to be at work.

Grandma, who watches my son during the day, is finally acclimating to the area and is now more willing to take Gabe places but he is still a very lonely boy. His loneliness hurts me.

I feel like an island, I wish I had friends who were doing the same as I. Other single-parents who are homeschooling and making ends meet. Maybe we could then get together, on the weekends, when we are able. Our playdates built around work and school schedules. Or, even a nice local homeschool mom who is deeply blessed to be able to stay with her children would let Grandma and Gabe come hang out with them, our children all being friends.

Maybe a pipe-dream...

Sometimes... I ask myself did I make the right choice. He is doing so much better than he was. I just... I question myself I suppose. Sometimes...