Walking the Tightrope by Barbara Schiller
I was struggling to balance my career and my kids. Was I ready to add romance, too?
My kids couldnt wait to see the Ringling Brothers Barnum & Bailey Circus, but I was a nervous wreck. Ray, a man I had been dating for several months, had come with us. This was my first "real" long-term dating relationship since my divorce, and I finally mustered the courage to have Ray meet my kids.
As we entered the auditorium, my son, Nik, reached for Rays hand. Instantly, all the "what-ifs" of dating as a single parent came rushing to my mind. What if this dating relationship doesnt develop into what I desire? What if I simply dont have the emotional energy to make it work? What if the kids become emotionally attached to Ray but I dont want to date him anymore?
Back in the center ring, a clown began spinning plates on long poles. He kept running back and forth to keep them all twirling. Yep. Thats me! Dating had become another "plate" for me to spin. Like the clown, I ran, slipped and fell in my awkward attempts to keep all my plates moving. The effort was exhausting.
In the ring to the right, I watched a man walking a tightrope. Like him, I was trying to balance my career, my kids and my social life. I stared at him and held my breath. There was no safety net below him. I sighed and prayed silently, Lord, where would I be without your net? Deuteronomy 33:27 spoke to my soul: "The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms." Yet even though we cross lifes highwire with Gods safety net below, our days are filled with risk-taking adventures. Dating is one of them, and watching this circus performer walk along the tightrope reminded me of my own tenuous emotional footing.
In the ring to the left, a woman jumped from horse to horse, landing solidly on each one. What precision! What trust! The hours of practice she had put in with each horse were obvious. Dating requires a similar level of commitment. A relationship wont deepen emotionally or spiritually without a significant investment of time and effort. As a working mother who already felt tapped out at the end of the day, I had to ask myself, Am I willing to make that investment?
Later that night, I tucked Nik into bed. "Mom, I want a daddy," he said. "Sweetie, you already have one." "No, Mom, I want a daddy that lives here every day. Can Ray be my daddy?" I held Niks hands and squeezed them as tears filled my eyes. "I know you miss having Daddy in our house, and it has been very hard, but Mommy isnt ready to be married again. I need time. I think all of us do."
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