I learned another life lesson in sole parenting tonight. Even baseball practice with 2 five-year-olds by myself is hard. When 1 kiddo would be on the field and the other was in the batting cages and I am torn as to whom to give my attention to. Or when 1 has to use the restroom and I just have to hope the other 1 doesn’t leave the field wanting me or needing any help while I am in the bathroom with the other brother. I won’t even mention the effort it takes to get them to the car after practice. I still cannot believe that Doug is not there for backup anymore. But I cannot nor want to just sit at home with the boys and quit it all (in case someone were to suggest pulling them from sports). That isn’t fair to them. So much was instantly taken from the boys on September 23, I want to maintain some normalcy (their pediatrician agrees completely). We will just have to adjust and survive like we have to do.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)