A single mom friend wrote to me yesterday to update me about her dating life. I could send her back a long diatribe on what I think about her possible romance with The Older Man, but I’d love to hear what have to say: You see, my very smart, gorgeous, successful single mom friend — who’s turning 34 next week and has a beautiful daughter — recently met a 54-year-old man through work. He has asked her out a couple of times and told her that he’s very attracted to her. Whatever the sacrifices were, we liked what we had. Many times a day — especially now that we all live together in an apartment in Brooklyn — I ask myself, “Am I still a single mom? I felt proud to be a solo parent and idolized the single moms who helped me get there.
Be careful and watch for signs that she really isn't over him but make sure you communicate any concerns you have with her directly. Her hands are full as it is so throw the games out the window.When I wasn’t trying to fatten her up or lull her to sleep under the warm October sun, I’d just gaze at my baby… Those first few months of her life were powerful and miraculous — as was the entire road toward motherhood.Single Mom is still in my soul, and I’m not ready to say goodbye to her. But I am ever so grateful for the way parenthood has unfolded so far. Alyssa’s first post about having Hazel, and a thoughtful quote about single parenting.This road-less-traveled to motherhood has rewarded me with so many beautiful and surprising gems. Baby to dating to Daddy, everything came out of order. During my pregnancy, the only man I craved was Justin of the Peanut Butter Cup, but when I finally recovered from my C-section, got into a breastfeeding groove, and felt quasi-human again, I had decided to get back on the market. First of all, my parents and sister helped me so much. I felt extremely liberated by my decision to become a ‘Single Mother by Choice.’ It was (and still is) a great pleasure to talk to new people about the journey. Before we even reached the three-month mark, we survived chronic carsickness, Lyme disease, daily sleep-deprivation and a devastating professional heartbreak (mine). will tell you — so it’s no big surprise that Hazel is a chatterbox. “My daughter started calling my boyfriend ‘Daddy.’ I feel comfortable with it. Was I prepared to release my grip on that autonomy? Now that she’s two, I’m tested more physically than emotionally.Which is why I had mixed emotions when things with S. I didn’t need him around, but I sure wanted him around. By date four, we all went to a Dolly Parton concert with his parents and siblings in Maine. I never had time to shop for lacy bras, let alone shave my legs or wear glowy makeup. It was a little surprising, however, when she started calling him “Da-Da” around 11-months-old. I’m constantly carrying Hazel, the stroller, her scooter, her helmet, our groceries (aka: waffles, Talenti and wine), my coat, her jean jacket, my pocketbook, her pocketbook, her babies, my keys if I can find them, etc. Now I can say, “Thank goodness I have a second set of hands!My friend says, “He seems very comfortable in his shoes. He calls consistently, and there are no games.” She enjoys his company and feels attracted him. I’m going to encourage my friend to enjoy him in every way for now… But I also want her to be prepared for the fact that when she’s a hot 34-year-old with a teenage daughter, her potential partner will be asking for senior discounts. was over Bloody Marys and fried potatoes at Vinegar Hill House in Brooklyn. We bonded about our New England roots, and delighted in throwback slang, like ‘wicked’ and ‘grinder.’ I insisted he take the leftovers home. Alas, transitioning into a more conventional family structure was about to be one of the hardest decisions of my life. I guess I didn’t belong in that Facebook group anymore. What would it really mean if she started to call him Daddy?