Today is National Single Parent Day, and while that's a lovely commemoration, I highly doubt I'll be marching in a parade, or find a restaurant that offers a single parent special on the menu.
You may think there's not much to celebrate about being a single parent, and while it's not ideal (and not what I'd planned, certainly), it's not all bad.
It's been seven years since my ex walked out the door. We've found our own groove, my kids and me. It's been seven years of weekend sleepovers in the living room, campouts in the back yard, movie nights and popcorn catching contests, new traditions and spontaneous hikes and picnics - mainly because that's just about all the social activity I can afford most days.
It's been a lot of good memories, but yeah, it's not always easy.