I am a single mother of a nine-year-old little boy. His
father lives about 1300 miles away, and only makes
time for him when he gets around to it. My mother lives in
Florida, and my dad lives just a few miles away. He has had
multiple health problems, but has been off of all medication for
over a year now and is in very good health. He is a natural athlete
and an excellent student.
I realized when I was driving him home from his football game on
Saturday, that no one really loves that child except for
me. He was so excited that his team had won their play-off
game, and he asked me to send out a text to everyone. Not a single
person in our family responded. His father hasn't even
called and regularly loses track of what sport he is playing or
what is going on his life. My dad rarely makes it to any of his
games.
I suppose that I should have come to this realization a long
time ago, but for some reason this thought has hit me quite
hard. I don't really have anyone to talk to about this,
as I just moved to this town a little over a year ago, and
have recently started back to college. I guess I will just need to
love him enough for all of those that don't seem to support
him. Sometimes I just want to pack up and move away to a place
where we have no connections, and just disappear. It
wouldn't be too difficult, we are already
invisible.
