Being a single mom is hard. Like really hard.
Everything is on me, from things as small as cooking dinner to things as big as potty training. Every single day, every single minute I hear the constant whines, cries, laughter, and “mommy’s” I don’t know what silence is. I don’t know what it means to sit down and watch a 30 minute TV episode.
My house often goes unclean. Sometimes we eat Easy Mac for dinner. I usually go 3 days between showers.
New clothes, the cost of daycare, anything from Tylenol to toys to diapers is all paid for by me.
And the kicker? Society looks at single moms like WE’RE the ones that failed, that we couldn’t keep our legs closed, or we did something to make our man run away. But what society doesn’t see is the millions of articles I read to be a better mom, the time I’m taking off work so I can be at my son’s school party, or that I’m stretching myself thin to give my son everything he wants.
Single moms are by far the strongest beings on this entire planet and I think we deserve a little more recognition than we receive.