Although I am not one I was raised by a single parent. Single parents come in many guises, men, women, straight, gay, they work, they don’t, they have one child, they have many.
Some single parents have an ex partner that helps shoulder the load of childcare whilst others are, well, absent. My Father cluttered off when I was seven and I stopped seeing him altogether at around 9 or 10. This is for my mum and all the other single parents (yes, this is for the dads too) that rock the hell out of it!
I see you, single parent, wiping tears, noses and bums
I’m not a single parent myself, but I was raised by one
I know you wake in the night, not alone, but with little body by your side
One more hug becomes nights upon nights of sharing your bed
Explaining with a broken heart that “Daddy does love you, darling, it was me he left”
You share Christmas, Birthdays, school holidays the good times – not so much the bad
You are the one they turn to when Daddy begins a new family
Then he’s gone, for good
You might go to work, you might not but you make ends meet, with difficulty
You shoulder all the responsibility of raising your child, alone
You attend parents meetings, school plays, you take photos and you well with pride
You do homework together, you go shopping together, and eventually the pub
You’re the one they turn to when they have their first love, their first kiss, when they are confused by relationships
They go to school and take their exams
They pass their driving test
They get a job
You’re there, helping, guiding, it’s still all you
They move out, they find a partner
They have children, you become a grandparent
You’re still a single parent, shouldering the responsibility of your child, who is now 40 and her children
But, you know what, you can look at your child and think “I did that”
So, thank you, Mum, for all you’ve done and do, I know it’s still all down to you.