There are so many cliches about life.
The one I hear most frequently was immortalized by Tom Hanks and an awful southern drawl in Forrest Gump, "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."
While that is incredibly simple and insightful all at once, more often than not, it induces involuntary eyerolls and slight gag reflexes.
Each day we make our way through our own realities.
Some seem to glide through seamlessly, while others seem to stumble over hurdles along the way.
I, like many of you, have had my fair share of hurdles. And while it's easy to look back and list all of the things we'd like to change, I can honestly say I believe I am a better person for having lived through my experiences.
Recently, I have been somewhat absent from this space.
There are a number of reasons for that. Life gets busy, and we are forced to prioritize that which is most important.
In April, I went through an ugly break up with a man I dated for just over a year. He is a nice guy. He just wasn't the guy for me. For many months after the split, I felt I needed to censor my words. My safe place, Only Parent Chronicles, became not so safe any longer, and I had to separate myself from this outlet.
In September, a man I had been engaged to previously moved back to Minnesota and back into my life. We are once again planning our happily ever after. This decision makes my heart feel full. My children now have a father figure to see them through their teen years, and I have a partner.
Which leaves me struggling with my only parent status.
I believe that once a single/only parent, always a single/only parent. And while this space will be less talk of how I manage on my own, I hope that readers old and new can look back to my roots and realize that I have been through the fire. I have battled on the front lines, and I have lived life without reinforcements.
I am just now embracing my happily ever after.