His joyful grin could light up any space. Each night, I would serenade him and sometimes feign sleep on the floor beside his crib, ensuring he could see me and feel secure. After listening to his soft snores, I would check the locks on the front door and prepare for another sleep filled with restlessness. The weight of being his sole protector often felt overwhelming. Yet, each morning, his radiant smile greeted me, making me ponder whether he realized he was the very essence of my strength and joy. I became adept at showering while he was captivated by “Sesame Street,” racing out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel just to ensure he was safe and sound. The long commute to work often left me longing and worrying about him.
When my soon-to-be ex-husband reached out, tears streamed down my face, my sobs echoing the anguish of my loss. I glanced at my son, who had stopped smiling, his tiny brows furrowed as he reached for me. In that moment, I realized he could sense my sorrow. From that day forward, I vowed to be strong for him, to shield him from my pain.
During one of those sick days, when he had a high fever, I found myself once again as the mom staying home. We snuggled together on the sofa bed until he recovered. A phone call from my mom provided some comfort, but I spent the day alone with my worries. Back then, I didn’t have the supportive network I cherish today. I was a single mother in a neighborhood filled with young couples.
One day, my car broke down on the highway, leaving us stranded. I had to swallow my pride and call my ex-husband for help. It was a helpless feeling, knowing he was off living his new life with his new girlfriend and a boat. There were moments when I struggled to afford groceries but chose to ask him for extra money rather than confide in my parents. I felt small and defeated.
On a typical morning, I discovered the deadbolt on my front door was locked, but the knob wasn’t. How could that happen? The next night, the same thing occurred. Then, on a third night, I heard the sound of a window sliding open while my sweet child was sleeping. Panic set in—I called my former brother-in-law for help. The intruder, thinking someone was inside, fled. I conducted a frantic check of windows and doors while still on the phone. Eventually, I managed to sleep, but the next morning revealed the kitchen screen was out, the window wide open.
The police arrived, noting marks on my door. Someone had been attempting to unlock my door nightly. The deadbolt had thwarted their efforts, prompting them to try the kitchen window. It wasn’t a robbery; it was something darker. The police advised me to get a security system, but my landlord refused. I had to move, ultimately relocating to another state with an even longer commute. But none of that mattered; I was determined to be my son’s protector.
Six years after my divorce, love found me again. Though battle-weary, I chose to trust my instincts and select my son’s stepfather wisely. With the arrival of a new baby, my little one became a big brother, and I learned valuable lessons about pausing to enjoy motherhood. I felt incredibly blessed.
Now at 19, he and I share an unbreakable bond. As he hugs me goodbye and heads to his college apartment, I smile, knowing I’ve done my job well. He is safe, and I can finally breathe.
To all the single moms out there, trust in your strength and resilience. You are capable of far more than you realize.
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Summary
The journey of single motherhood is filled with challenges and triumphs. From dealing with emotional struggles post-divorce to navigating safety concerns and the joys of love and family, this personal story highlights the resilience and strength found in the heart of a single mom.