It is evident that this girl, like so many other girls at Waa, sees the value of education. I first understood this while conducting an Agree-Disagree debate activity with a group of girls, age 13, at Waa.
It took some convincing on my part, but as I've witnessed it more and more, I've come to some realizations that I want to pass on. It's not easy to be the second favorite parent, but you should take it as a compliment and here's why.
For many years after my children were born, I feared becoming "him," my biological father. I focused on not being "him" and while doing it, I ignored the obvious -- that I did have a great father figure in my childhood.
I honestly did not know who I was without him in my daily life, and I wasn't very eager to find out. Even though I always worked, empty-nesting after spending nearly two decades immersed in raising my son filled me with dread and terror.
As a single mom, the one thing I do have in common with these characters of fiction found in your local costume aisle is that I hide my superpower. I hide it really, really well. Instead of a mask, I hide my superpowers behind my tired eyes and weary yawns.
This week is National Singles Week. Who knew?! So, it seems imperative that every single man, who sees it fit, should take their favorite single mom out on a date. Yes, she has children, but don't let that scare you.
I am a divorced mom and he suggested I try dating some single dads. I shifted through countless single dad profiles and had a hard time clicking "like" on any of them. I realized that men, who are new to the online market, need a little direction in the new age of online dating.
I began to feel I had slipped so low that I was no longer respected. I lost self confidence. I stopped talking about my writing. Soon nobody knew that I was a writer or that I'd ever gone to college. Nobody knew me. I became invisible.