Sometimes, it's the simplest things that cause the most consternation about getting divorced. You sit there on that first day after the big decision, thinking, "How am I ever going to do this? I have never put air in my own tires. I don't know when recycling day is. How do I make sure my pipes don't burst over the winter?"
And it all looks huge and overwhelming, and then you just close your eyes and trust that you're going to find a way. And day after day, you do. If you let yourself feel it, each thing-- each stupid little thing-- feels like a victory. It shows you that you're more capable than you knew.
Maybe especially if you have kids, there's the extra impetus to become more capable. I want Sarina to know her momma as someone who gets her hands dirty-- someone who can change a tire, fix a boo-boo, plant a garden, assemble do-it-yourself furniture, and play "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" on the guitar.
Yesterday, I put air in my tires. Today, I fixed the dryer. Tomorrow, I'm considering re-shingling the roof. (Er, just kidding.)
I'm Sarina's momma. I rule.

