This article first appeared on The Montague Reporter,
under my monthly column “The Life and Times of an Indie Mama”
This one goes out to my baby daddy. Or, as I more commonly refer to him, my co-parent.
I really like the term “co-parent”. I like that it’s reminiscent of the word co-pilot. And I like that it evokes within me a sense of partnership, comradeship, and teamwork. It reminds me that we’re committed to this parenting journey together, and that through all the ups and downs, I am not alone in this.
I believe in tiny revolutions. I believe in our ability to change ourselves, and in the process, create high-vibrational ripples in our corners of the world. Whatever our situation, whatever our challenges. And so, as I navigate the challenging day-to-day of single-parenthood, I remind myself the words a wise woman once proclaimed: “turn your mess into your message.”
A decade ago, I stumbled into what felt like a parallel universe. I was in grad school at the time, spending countless hours at Bobst library, basically undergoing an intellectual bootcamp. Academic life is as linear as it gets, and even though I had been happy to jump through all the hoops I had needed to jump through to get into that program, I was a few months in and already feeling pretty tapped out.
And then, I got the email that changed my life.