One-woman show

A truth that's dawned on me the past few weeks:

When you're a single parent in the way that I am, you are often the whole show, for better or worse.

When there's disappointing news to share, it's always in your voice. When someone needs (but perhaps doesn't necessarily want) a pep talk at 6 a.m. or 11 p.m., it's always in your voice. When someone needs a reminder of the importance of a growth mindset or respect or obedience, it's always in your voice.

At the same time, when there's a celebration to share, when there's progress to note, when there's recognition of an obstacle overcome, the joy somehow feels magnified.

Of course, Cooper, Katie and I aren't in this alone. We have support, advice and cheerleaders all around.

Still, there are moments that are reserved for the parents in the house or, in my case, the parent in the house. I'm realizing it's important for me to acknowledge both the heavy burden and the immeasurable joy borne from my role.

I'm also aware -- and thankful -- that there are more mountaintop moments than valleys.