Last night, I met a single dad for a fabulous dinner and concert.
It was even better than that.
The conversation was non-stop. The comfort level was off the charts. It was like we'd known each other for years!
Perhaps as single parents, the connection starts with our story. We all have one and when you share your story, as we did last night, you feel understood in a way that other people may not understand you.
Sure, I have lots of friends with children and they see me as "amazing" because they don't think they can do what I do.
As single parents, we tell each other the same thing but there's something different about another single parent confirming your amazing-ness.
Our stories don't define us but they help us to define ourselves. We become wise in a beautiful way. Wise because we realize that we are not in charge of what will happen in our lives but we do have a choice in how it affects us.
When you meet another single parent, the bond you share is what I would imagine the bond would be between soldiers who went to war. Sure, perhaps your war was different than mine but we've both been there. We understand each other. And we both agree that the survival of that process, through grace alone, makes us the amazing people we are.
The single dad I went out with is a wonderful father, of course. But he is also handsome, kind, intelligent, loving, fun, full of faith, happy with himself, confident, sensitive, very much a gentleman and definitely amazing.
The girl who grabs him up is one lucky gal!
Thank you, Just A Man, for a great evening and for being my amazing new friend!
**Update** My "date" also wrote about our evening. And said some sweet things too!