My daughter is at that age where more is always better. More friends. More attention. More doodads. More colors. Choices. Options. Chocolates.
We've had many discussions, now that we've stuck a toe into The Drama Years, about how lucky we are to have one good friend--one who builds up instead of tears down, one who listens, one who's trustworthy, one who's got our back. Maybe even one more than we deserve.
My daughter listens, but I think she secretly believes that more is still better. She wants to know about this popularity thing. I need to let her figure that out while waiting patiently nearby.
Recently, when I was going through a really tough time, I asked a very wise person in my life how in the world I would make it through. He said one:
One timely phone call.
One dose of comfort food.
One Kleenex passed.
One laugh, black or otherwise.
As single moms, we've got a lot going on and, usually, we ourselves fall to the bottom of the list. But the old adage is not only true but wise: If you're going to pour into someone else, best to dip from a well that actually has water in it.
So...what's your one? What's the thing or person that helps keep you going, that opens the earth so your well recharges again?