It’s always the little, unexpected things that trigger my grief as a single mother.
Like the doting Dad who just rushed to his little girl’s side with flowers and to tell her how proud he is of her at a middle school play intermission. He lit up. She lit up.
Diva deserves such doting and it breaks me that I cannot provide that piece in her life. Not for lack of trying and doing the “right thing”.
I resent her having to toughen up. It’s not fair.
Thank God for the brief pause to gather my senses back together. *sigh*