Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Hashtag: Single Mom Problems
One day not too long ago, I found myself sitting in a shady area of a local playground in Union Square, NYC. I'd just finished running around with Aiden, chasing him from the slides to the swings and back again. Before the playground, we had lunch at a local diner and before that, we were at his swimming class. I was pretty tired, but the kid seemed to think he was competing with the Energizer Bunny.
At that moment, I decided to unwind that evening with a glass of wine once I had tucked Aiden into bed and kissed him good night. I mentally scanned my kitchen cupboards and refrigerator and remembered that I was all out of wine. Aiden and I would have to make a quick run to the Trader Joe’s Wine Shop before heading home on the subway.
As we were walking toward the wine shop, I realized something: Aiden was coming with me so that I could pick up booze! I was that mom. But what is a single mom to do?! When Aiden inquired about it — as any curious kid would — I simply told him that we were going to buy something that mommy is allowed to drink, and that he would be allowed to drink once he becomes a grown up.
As we were walking towards the subway to head home, I realized something: I’ve got #singlemomproblems — not a lot, but a few. And here they are:
1. Explaining to Aiden why he’s the only kid in the wine shop. Awkward.
2. Having a million and one pictures of just Aiden (because I’m the one who takes all of them), but not very many pictures with Aiden (because there’s no one to take it for us).
3. Turning down guys who try to hit on me… in front of Aiden. “Yes, this is my son. No, I’m not with his father anymore. No, I will not take your phone number. No, you definitely cannot have my phone number. No, I’m not looking for a stepfather for him.”
4. Discussing my love life (or lack thereof) with Aiden and having to justify why I’m [still] single. I kid you not. Here’s one of our recent conversations: