As I mentioned in another thread, I have been thinking about some of the single parents (around me, mostly mothers) and their lives. Perhaps you do not hear this often enough, but you have my praise. And admiration, and awe.
I am currently an accidental single father a couple of days a week (Wed-Fri/Sat) to our daughters while Mrs Monkey works in Paris. And although I find this both exciting and meaningful, it is exhausting hard work. But I only have a couple of days of this, I am really well-support left and right, and it is my concious choice (I drag my family around, and my wife has a passionate job, university teaching).
Those of you that have been brought into single parenthood by the vagaries of life, and are now educating and raising your children... well, chapeau! Hats-off!!
I've seen a close friend go through all sorts of problems and crisis as a single mother and be full of uncertainty about doing a good job, providing enough, full of guilt over what she assumed to be personal insufficiency, bouts of depression, money issues, etc... What her 10 year-old daughter had said to her, I feel, is worth sharing, "We are not kings and queens, in mansions, but I know the smells and voices and your laughter, stay with me and tell me a story, yours."
Cheers ZM



