If folks figure out, I am a single mom, and I am often met with looks of shame. It’s as if they believe that my two kiddies and I couldn’t potentially be happy and total with no dad from the picture. On average, their beliefs are a by-product of society’s perpetual portrayal of the conventional family in society. Even though there are types of families: biological, combined, and adopted… with same-sex partners, trans parents, or a single parent. Families look different anywhere, and they are all amazing.
I feel as though plenty of people I encounter across think that as the father of my children is not about, they’re missing out. Also, I would like to mention that just because we do not possess a two-parent household, a golden retriever, and a white picket fence doesn’t mean we aren’t an ideal family. It’s thought to be viewed with shame because my children do not fit your idea of exactly what joyful and thriving families look like.
If you understand me personally, you understand that my children are my world. Everything I do is to get them. We’re always together, and I’ve maybe not put them first. By the moment my oldest child had been born, so I knew my purpose in life is to be a mommy. It is a privilege and an honor I never neglect.
Yes, I wear innumerable hats, and the tiredness I believe regularly is REAL. No boyfriend or husband is coming home in the office, ready to give me a necessary break. It’s me all, all day, daily, for all those. It’s not simple. However, it’s outside worth every penny.
The love that I have for my children is something I will never fully articulate. I might only best describe it because my kids being my soul and soul. After all, they are. I’m for them.
As for my children, they only understand life together with mama. I am everything to them. Our bond could be your deepest of bonds, secure and indescribably intense. I’ve been there together during every milestone, phase, and experience — together with open arms, ready to relax, hold and fulfill every physical and emotional desire, night and day.
Being a single mum is twice the task and twice the struggle. But it’s also double the love, twice the hugs and double the pride.
My face may be the first thing they see once they awaken and the very last thing they find until they fall asleep. My face would be your one they are excitedly searching for in the audience in school performance. My arms are the ones they collapse into whenever they need a great cry, and I’ll always be the first person they run to when they’ve something to share.
So please do not pity the single mom. Realize that she is blessed beyond measure to be her kids’ one and only.