I’ve come to learn (the hard way) that God always gives you what you need but sometimes it just doesn’t come in the package you thought it would be in. Having a baby is the most joyous, life changing event and then comes the first year of actually having the baby, living in yoga pants and being a walking zombie. I remember putting Jack in his bouncy seat on the the kitchen island while I was testing recipes and waiting for my husband to come home from work. It was just what I had pictured.
Not long after Jack turned one, my husband came in the door and uttered the worst thing you can hear as a wife, “I love you but I am not in love with you”. In that instant my whole life as I knew it was pulled out from under me with the greatest force that I had ever experienced. He left to start a new life and here I was with a broken life, a baby, facing the long road of divorce. I always knew I was strong but watching my life as I knew it fade away was painful, worse than a death really. But I knew one true thing, I was a strong, Southern woman and I wanted to be just that for my son.
Being a single mom of an active little boy is not exactly what I had pictured but it’s now the picture I embrace every day with gratitude. I have wonderful memories of the women that helped shape me and hope that Jack will have those too.
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