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I'm a single father with two sons, 8 and 7 years old. We've been on our own since they were 5 and 3. The words, "on our own", explain our lives. Aside from God, we have only each other. Kind of hard when you need a hand, a hug, a word of endearment, etc. We are bound to each other, and to Him, only. A very good thing, except for the lonliness. That I truly cannot get used to. Yes, we attend church regularly. We've tried a few. As hard, and as odd, as it may seem, there is really not a place in the Church for the single-father. As a result, I've learned to make pies and cakes from scratch, reach out with hugs to my sons because I've learned the secret value that all mom's seem to (or should) know, cook meals that don't include fries or buns, wash clothes and clean house (well, I'm still learning to be consistant in that one), and the like. But, most of all, I've learned that I cannot be a mother to my sons. It's not who I am. So, we are like a three legged sheep, kind of forgotten, by all but the Good Shepherd. We're really OK, just a little broken.
