To this, there are no easy answers. I wish there were a compassionate way to restigmatize single-motherhood. Not all single mothers, before anyone gets out the flame thrower. Certainly not the children born into these situations.
Amen! I was working with Habitat on day in North Philadelphia (cleaning grafitti--grrrr) and all the neighborhood kids were running around with us. One little boy reminded me of mine so I said I had a boy his age (say 6 at the time) at home. He asked me who was with him, I said his daddy. The boy just looked at me blankly. I sometimes wonder what his life is like today. I hope he makes it.