I told her that being a single mom reminded me of steel-toed boots.
In my mind it made perfect sense, in that funny speed of thought way,
connecting events mercurially. In college I worked for my Dad
out at the Air Force base; they made all the summer help wear steel-toed boots.
At first they were ridiculously heavy, just to walk was a chore.
That first night home I sat down and marveled at how much misery
they had added to my work day. The next work days were lost in my memory,
I was fast forwarded to the end of the summer, remembering myself running in them.
Unencumbered. Not noticing their weight at all.
It must be the same for the one who does all the work of raising her children, alone.
She has no idea how all that added weight will make her so much stronger,
each day we will look on at what she does for her normal day,