I’ve made some awful calls as a single parent but the single best decision was to bring a pet into the house.
For two months after the funeral the house was lifeless and quiet. Oh so quiet. To the extent I hated spending time at home. Speaking to my son he also hated the house, it was just to empty for him.
Then we bit the bullet and I let my son choose a pet. The puppy arrived and the house became a home again. The place was in uproar, it was messy and oh so noisy. It was full of life again and my son started to laugh again.
Best decision in 6 months…