Our Family of Two Is Just Right

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On a cozy Christmas morning, I found myself snuggled up in bed with my son, Jake, who was just shy of his third birthday. He was glued to his cartoons on an iPad, while I immersed myself in a book. It was the first Christmas he might actually remember, but I told myself that the holidays didn’t matter much to me. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it; I wasn’t interested in the commercial hype that overshadowed the true essence of the season. Yet, deep down, I wasn’t being honest with myself.

Becoming a single mom was never part of my plan. I grew up in a stable household with parents who are still together, and I was one of three children. Our life was normal enough, with a roof over our heads and food on the table, even if there were occasional financial hiccups. I thought I would do whatever it took to keep my family intact, but life had other plans. Eventually, I realized that leaving was the healthiest choice for Jake and me. As I walked out the door, with my little sandy-haired boy clinging to me, I knew I was making the right decision for his future.

Those first few nights were tough. I would lie beside him for an hour, just to help him settle down. Watching him drift off to sleep, with the soft glow of the hallway light illuminating his tiny face, filled me with pride and joy. I cherished the bond we shared, but as overwhelming love washed over me, feelings of shame crept in.

I wished I could provide more for him. More financial stability, more opportunities, and a traditional family unit. I felt inadequate, as if being just his mother was not enough.

Every parent dreams of giving their child the best, but what happens when you fear that your family structure isn’t what it “should” be? I knew I was committed to providing a nurturing home, yet guilt loomed over me for not conforming to the typical family model.

The day after Christmas, while running errands, a wave of realization hit me. I had been the one to impose stigma on our family. I was the one who felt shame for our two-person unit. In that moment, it became clear: a family of two is still a family. Love and togetherness define a family, not the number of parents involved. Jake and I are a family, and that is more than enough.

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In summary, embracing the idea of a family of two can be liberating. Our love and connection are what matter most, proving that we are enough just as we are.