
Adam playing around, pulling bottles out of the fridge
I am blessed, indeed. Adam will be a year old tomorrow. He makes me very happy. I thought I would not have enough love left for a second, as I thought Yael took all my energy and love, but it seems, love grows, multiplies, expands with every child. I love him. He is cuddly, rambunctious, chippy, huggable, just like a little teddy bear. He is very strong minded, and has a smile that brightens up every room. He makes a great mix with his sister, the dynamics of their relationship are ever unfolding and he is the perfect addition to my family.
I thought I would never have another child other than Yael, and when I realized I was pregnant again, I could not resist the thought of being guarded by some angels, of my plea being heard, of having everything that I wanted in life and more. This is Adam....
I am everyday in awe. Adam was almost born today a year ago, had it not been for the doctor who had to change my c-section because on the 11 of November, there were no surgeries to be scheduled, so he changed it for the 12 of November. I am glad he was born on his own day and no other celebration would take place, so we can focus just on him.
Adam brought on a lot of challenges for me as a single parent. For one, I only have one pair of hands and I realized, I needed more, and was told I could not do it without help. Those who suggested to get help were right. I feel I can be a better mom when I have help; now the details can be arranged by others, and I don't have to worry about everything all the time. And now I wish I had help at all times, so I can mother better.
I now realize that one cannot be a poster mom, happy, smiley and hip, all day. I have some days were I have to find the patience somewhere, to keep cool, and have some perspective, after all, kids are kids and should do what kids do best: play all the time. But whining is also part of the mix. I am not complaining, just saying that some days are tougher than others, when you have a whiny child, or two....
The whining can go on for say...two hours, and there is little to be done when you have to cook, bathe, and put to sleep these two little angels. But it is only once in a while that I feel like that. I can't imagine what it will be like when I start working. I imagine that it will be compounded with stress from work, so I have to find outlets to relax. Not easy when the kids are 24/7 with me. A challenge that I am sure all single moms have.
However, I am the luckiest woman to have these two adorable children. They are my light. I think now that I am having a better time while looking for work because of them, because I have something to look forward to, because they motivate me, make me feel it is all worth it, and because I have someone to do this for. It is very rewarding.
Now, Sundays are the best day of the week. I get to relax, enjoy both kids, there is no rush to go anywhere or do anything we don't want to do. It is our time. My kids have filled me up with happiness, with joy, with a raison d'etre. When I wake up, or rather, they wake me up, I reflect on the days when I was alone, and it is definitely, infinitely a better time, the best time of my life.
I would not change a thing; if it was my destiny to be a single mother, I have already felt at peace with my decision. I am also thankful that the kids have a known father, as I see how Yael and Adam have a bond with XP, and there would be a void had they not had a father figure in their lives, but my instincts were right, the kids benefit from a father figure. I don't regret it. I don't think that his not living with us will be detrimental to their growth, quite the opposite; it is more positive that they see us relating to one another like two normal adults that live in separate quarters, but are able to communicate decently. Instead of growing up in a hostile environment. I know that my story is a little bit more twisted and not very well understood in general, but I know in my heart, I have done this without the intent of harming anybody. I have done it responsibly and I am pouring my heart out to my children.
My children will always be loved, I hope their father loves them too. Yes, they were not born out of the love of two people for each other, but for the love of having children (at least for me), and for the lifetime commitment I was ready to engage with ever since they were thought to be born. Their father never thought in his wildest dreams he would ever be one, and yet, life circumstances changed, and he allowed me to fulfill my dream because he thought I would be a great mom, and yes, I agreed to go ahead with it, knowing his short comings, and also not even knowing how the potential outcome would affect me or my children negatively, but we cannot think of everything to bring the least amount of harm to them.
We can only hope to do the best, and that is what I am doing with both kids. He also did not realize how this situation would affect him (not living or seeing or growing up with his kids) but the reality is that we are trying to do the best we can. We both fight for the kids. It is a good fight, it is worth it. It is better than indifference. It is not harmful. I would not allow it. At least not consciously.
XP believes that I owe him my life because according to him, he is the one who gave me the gift of life, but honestly, I was going to go the route of an unknown donor sperm, had he not been around and our relationship deteriorated right around the time I got pregnant. I can only say I tried. I tried everything possible to make it work, to make it stick, but once I knew the relationship would not get any better, I had to move on. I was heading towards IVF on my own, but he insisted, he offered to father my child (while separated), and in my desperation I said: OK. The rest is history.
I owe him gratitude for fulfilling my dream, but I think that if he wants to be a father around the children, he ought to fulfill not only his rights, but his obligations. I don't think that is wrong. I think it is the way the children will accept his father better. By taking responsibility for his role towards them. And that is what the argument is all about. Nothing wrong with it, just the approach. His approach is: "I did the dead, now I don't have to do anything else...", my approach is: "if you did the dead and want to be the dad, do the job"
What I mean is that my gratitude should not be endless, just because he did the dead, or that his job ended when he did the dead. His job should continue and mine too. The fun is over, (not really, the fun just started, at least for me) and it is time to roll up his sleeves and work hard at being a dad, and take responsibility for his role. After all, I did not coerce him, he accepted his decision and the consequences of it, and now, what is done is done. The relationship did not work out. We tried. It is time to focus on the kids (which is what I love best), and stop fooling around with solipsistic pursuits. Don't you think?