Some days, being a single mom feels like an uphill battle, far more daunting than others. I embraced single motherhood three years ago when my partner left, leaving me to navigate life with our children on my own. Even prior to that, I grappled with the meaning of motherhood, burdened by my own difficult upbringing.
Growing up in a household filled with abuse, raised by a mother who was ill-equipped to nurture, I find myself at 32, often feeling lost in my role as a parent. The absence of a loving maternal figure in my life means that I often question my ability to care for and raise my kids properly. The scars from my past linger; it’s a struggle to overcome the lessons I never wanted to learn, while simultaneously trying to impart a healthy foundation to my children.
The fear of perpetuating the cycle of abuse is ever-present, as statistics suggest that I might. However, I’m resolute in my determination: I will not allow that cycle to continue. I may falter in many aspects of motherhood, but I can guarantee that I will never inflict harm on my children.
Yet, in so many other ways, I feel like I’m flailing. Each developmental milestone my children reach feels like confronting a new set of challenges. I often find myself feeling inadequate, overwhelmed, and questioning whether I’m failing them.
On days like today, I wish for what any mother desires for her children: confidence, respect, happiness, and success. I want them to know they are cherished, but I grapple with the knowledge that I wasn’t taught these values myself. My journey has been riddled with mistakes, and I’ve fought hard to rise from a dark place, hoping I could emerge as a stronger person and parent.
But can I teach my kids to thrive? Can I be the mother they need when I never truly had one? Today, I’m unsure.
I adore my children deeply and strive to do my best for them, but there are moments—like today—when I feel like my efforts aren’t enough. The weight of single motherhood, compounded by the challenges of raising children with special needs, is exhausting. I work tirelessly, often juggling two or three jobs, which leaves me with a home that feels perpetually disorganized.
It’s disheartening to send my child to school without her homework completed or in clothes that don’t fit, all because I lack the time and resources. I face heart-wrenching decisions between working to put food on the table and taking my son to important medical appointments. I feel a profound sadness when I can’t be there to tuck my kids into bed after a long day, knowing it won’t be the last time I miss those moments.
I’m running on fumes and facing these challenges alone, and I feel the weight of my children’s grief over a father who has chosen to leave. I’m often left without the answers they seek, and it feels like I’m drowning under the pressures of motherhood.
So, can I succeed? Can I be the mother they deserve? I’m not certain. Although I may never fully know the answers, I do know one thing: I love them fiercely. My love for them is stronger than what I received in my own childhood, and that has to count for something.
I love them in ways that keep me up at night, worrying about the possibility of failing them. I strive to understand how someone could harm their child, in stark contrast to my own love for my kids. My desire to improve myself is driven by the hope that I can be a better mother for them.
I may not be perfect, and I may not always have the answers, but my love for my children fuels my determination to keep trying. That’s what I’m holding onto today.
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In summary, navigating single motherhood is a challenging journey filled with uncertainties, but the unwavering love I have for my children gives me the strength to keep moving forward. I may not have it all figured out, but I’m committed to doing my best for them.