The kind words have been incredibly sweet but rest on me a bit uncomfortably for a few reasons that I think are important to share.
1/
Single fathers get ticker tape parades for merely managing to be effective parents.
I’m proud of being a loving parent. But that makes me no different or better than most mothers.
2/
It was the product of my own childhood and how that wired me as an adult.
It was simply what I was wired to do.
3/
It is noble to accept pain for someone else’s betterment. It would have pained me more to not engineer my life around my son’s early years. That doesn’t seem applause-worthy to me.
4/
I have at least several months of excruciating financial pain (and therefore stress) to get through.
5/
I will likely enjoy that rise more than I’ve enjoyed any in my life but it isn’t here yet and certainly isn’t behind me.
6/
I’ve endured difficult things. I’ve done my best through them. I’m proud of some of my choices and saddened by the ways I didn’t do well enough.
7/
I’m human and imperfect. I struggle and persist.
While I appreciate the praise, it’s undue.
We all have our labors. I’d rather we we all felt bonded by our shared struggles than be praised me for enduring mine.
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