I thought life as single mom was just as easy as winking an eye. Now I think about it as many times as I breathe in a day.
Being single and a mother of a four-year old son is both relieving and frightening.
The first issue: having a child is having the whole world on my palm. I had been realizing that not everyone is given the chance to bring forth and deliver a child. Almost every hour in school, I see the face of a co-worker who keeps dreaming of a child she never had.
Thank God, with my frail and small phisyque, I had delivered a child through normal labor.
Yet, the second issue is that being a single mom makes me fear that one day, my son will be taken away from me by his... (???) biological father, whom my child has never seen or bonded with.
This fear had started when, after three years of nothingness and silence and absence, he comes near my home like a thief in the night trying to snatch my son from me anytime chances are with him.
Whew. This is a great feat. But I know. My son will always be my son.
And his .... father? His father will always be .. a thief in the night trying to steal my happiness.
