I had a really surreal moment the other day.
I'm lucky in that although I'm a single mum, I do have a lot of support at church (where I'm involved in lots of stuff),
Was playing the piano for the after school kids service the other day and came and offered to look after DS3 (nearly 14 months - and now properly walking) for me so he wasn't trying to "help" me and I could concentrate on what I was doing.
They went and sat opposite me and DS3 did what any normal baby that age would do (wanting to go anywhere he shouldn't and get hold of anything he shouldn't). A few of the other parents took it on turns to stop his causing too much mayhem and I found myself sitting there subconciously thinking "that little boy is really hard work" (he wasn't being grumpy or anything, was quite happy).
Then I stopped suddenly in my thoughts and realised "he's mine" and I look after him day in, day out (along with his 2 older brothers) on my own.
Suddenly had an rather swell of pride that I was doing it on my own and actually am not doing a bad job really.