while I'm waiting…

A recent conversation with someone rocked my boat for a while. I have always thought (believed) that my being a single parent is not a basis of my worth as a person, and that my son can grow up normally despite the absence of a father. His biological father is alive and well, but he is not taking full responsibility. A few thousand pesos a month sums up his being a father, and maybe, someday, he will be proud of himself for “providing” something to his son other than half my son’s DNA. Anyway, despite the disappointment, I do try to be patient with the father, and I keep praying that he get married soon and have lots of kids with his wife just so he would know how it really feels to be a parent.

See, I still feel this resentment towards the father of my son because HE decided to leave, and forced me to become a single parent. It’s different from women choosing to be single moms. I did not choose this, it was dumped on my shoulders, along with the humiliation that comes with the status. And until now, even if I say I have forgiven him, I still feel bad on why I should be the only one that is responsible for everything. We were supposed to discuss Lex’s education, and until now, he still “does not have time because he’s too busy”.

So, setting aside the (non) father, I was comfortable with the thought that “mommy is enough”. Then that disturbing conversation made me think hard and question myself:
- am I really enough for my son?
- will he have a solid future with just me?
- should I “provide” a father for my son?

Then I started doubting myself:
- am I really a person worth loving?
- is my single parent status preventing me to make the most out of my life?
- do men avoid being good friends with me for the fear of leading me on, and for the fear that I might take advantage of them?
- is it better if I stay away from guys to avoid being judged?
- should I stay single by choice, even if someone does come along, just to prove to people that I am independent and I do not need somebody else’s help to raise my child?
- do I really have to prove anything to anyone?

I cried the entire night because I felt so worthless, and I feared for my son. I looked up the net for resources on “fatherless children” and all I got were statistics that said “fatherless children are more likely to do drugs, alcohol, criminal acts, etc. etc.” Studies showed that single parent households produced children that eventually became society’s problem. How would you expect me to feel? I thought to myself, why hadn’t I aborted that baby before? I simply felt bad. I thought I was over this.

So I continued looking, and found an article written by a successful man who grew up fatherless. And it was a good thing I came across that site. It assured me that it is not bad for single parents to remain single while raising children. And that not having a father is not at all basis for a child’s criminal behavior in the future.

I have always made friends with guys in the past, but now, I seemed to have developed an interest in getting to know men who have lost their fathers either through death, separation or were simply abandoned while they were young. My reason? I want to know their thoughts, see their hearts and understand them, so I know how to deal with my son when he grows older. There is one particular person I would like to get to know more, because he was raised by a single mother, and he is now very successful. But I don’t know how to do that yet, so maybe I’ll go through blogs while I muster the courage to talk to this person.

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I still feel a bit upset about my situation (gosh I have to deal with this my entire life!), but I guess it’s a good thing for me to be figuratively slapped on the face once in a while. the world is cruel, and single moms like me should stay in their place, and that is with their children, and not out there looking for replacement fathers. As my good friend Bri commented earlier, if someone wants to be part of my life, then he would have to find a way. I do not want to sound desperate, but I do hope he doesn’t get lost.

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and before my son gets upset (someday he might read this blog), that abortion thing crossed my mind, but I know that I would never have the guts to do it. I know that single parents like me will eventually be forgiven and accepted by society, but abortionists will be haunted by that one mistake forever. So Lex, don’t worry. I love you. you are my precious jewel.