I write this with the hopes of channeling all the anger, resentment, exhaustion, sleep deprivation, stress, uncertainty, and anxiety I am currently feeling into something that is useful. Something that can nourish.
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.”