Being a single mother is an incredibly complex and challenging journey.

There is loneliness—the weight of the uncertainty and the deep pain that words cannot always describe. In moments when this happens, the only response is tears that come from deep inside. These speaks of the battles fought in solitude, it creeps in silently, gradually, revealing that all is not as it should be.

It’s in the realization that even when I dabble into the forays of love and allow my heart to give it all, I might be so considerate that the relationship becomes burdensome. Seeking the best for the other person while I forget to permit myself to fully benefit from reciprocated love or remember that I am just as important in the emotional equation.

It is about being unafraid to share vulnerabilities but trusting that if the other party is the right fit, they will accept it. If not, sadly, it may be a sign to move on.

The thought that I need to be strong for everyone, including myself—who decided that?

Strength does not always mean holding it all together. Sometimes, it means allowing myself to be—whatever it presents itself.

So:

Be present.
Be grateful.
Be kind.
Be quiet.
Be still.
Be hopeless.
Be hopeful.
Be cautious.
Be emotional.

All these states are valid.

I listen to my heart and be whoever I need to be. There is no manual for single parenting, no script for the pain, joy, and complexity that comes with it.

The journey is tough, but in embracing each emotion and experience, there’s a possibility of resilience that shines through.

I hope that we can stay here in this moment and be grateful. Gratitude opens our hearts to what can be or isn’t yet but can be.

May our heart guide us to be exactly who we need to be for ourselves and our children