My wife flew abroad for work this week so I was on full-time parents duty (as I sit here writing this, I feel particularly exhausted). She left on Sunday afternoon, and she’s finally back home, as of an hour or so ago (in time for Shabbat, the Jewish Sabbath, which begins at sunset on Friday).
Being my daughter’s father is a dominant component of my identity; she’s constantly in my thoughts (to a healthy extent for a parent). However, when my wife is away and I’m single parenting, which occurs several times a year, my role as ‘Abba’chka’ (that’s my version of ‘Daddy’) occupies an even greater amount of my mind-space. Of course, this is partially a matter of logistics because there’s nobody else available to get her ready for school in the mornings and put her to bed at night; but it’s also psychological.
Incidentally, whenever we have a week like this, I find myself struck with awe at single parents; how do they manage this every single day?
Here in Israel, which is a country with many immigrants, it is not unusual for there to be families in which both parents were raised overseas; many an Israeli child grows up without any grandparents nearby. This, of course, means that when one parent is unavailable, all of the parenting responsibilities fall upon the other parent. (Although those who have the means can hire nannies or other forms of help.)
Anyway, when our daughter was several years younger, this was traumatic for her – she would cry and cry inconsolably over the absence of her mother, which, in turn, was very stressful for me. Now, at the age of 6⅔, she is capable of expressing her feelings without tears, and she’s gotten used to being with only one of her two parents for an extended time. Also, as she’s gotten older, her relationship with me has grown stronger (relative to her relationship with her mother, which used to be dominant), which also makes things easier for us.
The play date
In case you missed it, this week I wrote a poem about my daughter’s play date with a friend of her from class. Due to COVID-19 having erupted when it did, this was her first indoor play date in quite some time, which was quite lovely for her; but that was not the most significant aspect of the event.
Since I was single parenting this week, I was pleased to have those extra couple hours during her play date to run some errands, but the significance of this event also went beyond my personal convenience.
I’ve already mentioned the particularly welcoming nature of our school community on this blog, which is quite different than that of our daughter’s kindergarten last year. We find this to be profoundly encouraging and heartwarming.
Still, the changes have not only been in our daughter’s school environment. Our 6⅔-year-old is growing up, as I’ve noted above, and while she’s still emotionally dependent upon her parents, those ties are slowly beginning to unwind (in a good way).
After school that day, she was picked up by her friend’s mother and taken to her home (usually, I collect her after school), which she’d never been to before. The two girls played together for more than three hours so contentedly and so well, in fact, that I was instructed to give them an additional 30 minutes of play time before coming to collect her. And – even then, when I arrived, my daughter had absolutely no desire to go home – she was having too much fun.
This may, perhaps, seem a minor thing, but our little girl’s ability to enjoy herself in an entirely new setting for several hours without either of her parents is a new development; it’s quite a big deal.
It’s a wonderful thing to behold.
24 thoughts on “Six going on… sixteen?”
This is a wonderful story David. Sounds like your little girl is growing up really fast, and is well adjusted socially. That is always a satisfying thing for any parent to see. Thanks for sharing .
😘 Dwight 😘
I have been playing single parent for many years now, David. My husband is a sailor and though he doesn’t sail regularly, he is often away for 4-5 months at a stretch.
How wonderful she enjoyed her play date. ❤️
WOW… Did you do that when the kids were small?
Oh yes! Since my daughter turned one.
I bow to you in humility.
What a great duo you make parenting your daughter David❣️
You carry them in your belly for 9 months and your back forever and for sure your heart..
😍 Cindy 😍
Thank you for this powerful, sensitive and “feet on the ground” text! 🙏🏻❤ I’ve always respected single parenting. Since the children were born we’ve just been me and my husband and whrn one of us is away it’s hard to take care of two. Being a patent it’s an endless process of learning. And a blessing too. Have a lovely weekend David. ☀️
💕 Filipa 💕
As cliché’s as this sounds – awwwwwwww.
💞 Limp 💞
Obviously you and your wife are doing a great job raising your daughter to reach new boundaries with confidence . Good for all of you. 🙂
💝 Lauren 💝
Bravo! You are successfully parenting! Developing independence is essential for being able to fledge in 15 years or less. She was able to enjoy herself knowing that you were accessible should the need arise and her acceptance of that gave her wings!! You should be proud! (puffed up chest proud!)
💙 Muri 💙
What a wonderful milestone to celebrate, David! Your daughter is very secure and knows you will not abandon her! Good job, Dad!
When my father was visiting one of the families from church, their young daughter, about 4 or 5, asked to go home with him. Her mother said OK, fully expecting her daughter to change her mind, but the little girl came to our house and happily spent the night! We kids (I must have been about 11 or 12.) thoroughly enjoyed her visit. 🙂
When I was about the same age, my grandparents were visiting, and I asked to go home with them. My grandfather said OK, correctly anticipating that driving around the block would be enough for me. 🙂
💛 Cheryl 💛 – My Mom (who lives in the USA) wants her granddaughter to come visit her and spend a vacation with her, but we’re definitely not there yet… it’ll be a while yet, I think.
Great. Only another 20 years to go!
💜 Pete 💜 – I know, I know…
parenting is never ending. until your ending.
💚 Art 💚 – indeed… *sigh*