Going at it alone

Since becoming a mom, I have never had more respect or admiration for single moms and military wives. How these women manage to parent their children, run their households, earn a reasonable income (especially in the case of single moms), and maintain their sanity and well-being without the support of a loving husband is beyond me.

I’m completely baffled.

Obviously, the grace is there. Obviously there is a strength in women that lurks below the sometimes seemingly vulnerable surface. And obviously we are capable of far more than we often give ourselves credit for.

I just want to say this: I admire and respect these women who are going at it alone (all or most of the time) so much.

Being a mom on your own is hard. H.A.R.D.

despite missing ryan, levi and i had a lovely easter together with friends

I’ve just passed the half-way mark of Ryan being away for nearly a month. I was glad to see him board a plane to Papua New Guinea where he would join teams of volunteer medical and aid workers on our organization’s Medical Ship. Knowing that he’s helping bring services and education to those who need it most is wonderful and satisfying. I whole-heartedly believe that it’s a privilege to be able to serve others in this way, and if it weren’t for the malaria risks associated with pregnancy (potential miscarriage or stillbirth to unborn babies), Levi and I would be right there along with him.

So yes, we are glad–and proud–to have Ryan away representing our family like this.

But I’d be joking if I said that having my husband sail up rivers into remote areas and villages of PNG is all fun and games. It’s not.

Not for him… or for me.

To serve is always a sacrifice which must be weighed. It looks different for those who are going as well as those who are left behind. And for us, the sacrifices associated with this outreach are worth it.

photo source: ywam medical ship

But the fact remains that it’s hard going at it alone.

Levi and I are doing fine. Of course we miss Ryan terribly–our incredibly kind-hearted husband and hands-on dad–but we will see him soon enough.

In the meantime, I’m seeing how tough I am and how resourceful I can be. I’m having a small taste of a new kind of perseverance and learning a tiny bit about life for the women who are my heros:

Single moms and military wives.

Seriously, these women should all be given medals. (Or starbucks gift cards?)

Being a mom is an incredible joy and honor that I would wish for anyone who desires to be one. But it’s also a tough gig in the best of times. And it’s even tougher when your support system is stripped back to the minimum.

Recently a friend of mine asked me why I thought it was such a big deal to have my husband gone for a month. “What’s so hard about it?” she earnestly asked me.

I almost fell off my chair. (Especially considering she is a mom herself.)

I guess we each have different standards and measuring sticks to determine what is difficult and what is not… and I’m ok with that. No need to get into comparisons. But let’s just say I have a million answers to that question. In fact, I’d be tempted to ask the question in return: “What’s not hard about having my husband away for so long?!”

But I knew she meant well and was just trying to lend a listening ear.

Like I said, Levi and I (and bubs) are doing well. (I can certainly feel the grace factor!) But that doesn’t mean we aren’t counting down the days until our family is reunited.

In the meantime, single moms and military wives – I salute you! You are amazing and your children should be so proud of you. (Same goes for single dads and military husbands.)

Dear friends, have you ever had a time where you’ve been a mom going at it alone? Maybe for a long time or maybe just for a “short” time like me? What did you find the hardest and how did you cope?

Glad to usually not be alone,
Adriel

P.S. Do you have any friends who are single moms or military wives? When is the last time you offered some form of support to them or told them how much you admire all they do for their families?