I am currently typing this with one hand while trying to soothe a fussy 4 month old while a 5-year-old runs up and down the stairs. Just writing that sentence took five minutes. Every time I need to write or make a phone call or simply go to the store it’s a process. Raising two kids alone is one of the hardest things in the world, but few recognize that fact.
As women, we’re told that raising kids is something we’re supposed to do. It’s supposed to be easy and come naturally to us. It’s not always that way. As a matter of fact, I think it’s rarely that way. Raising kids takes work. It’s a full-time job, sometimes on top of another full-time outside of the home job.
There are many ways you can end up in a situation like mine. Some through choice, some through death of a partner, some through some other unfortunate circumstance. I fall into the latter category. I didn’t want to be in this situation. I did everything “right” and still ended up a single mom, like my mother before me.
I don’t think being a single mom is a bad thing; my mom rocked the hell out of it. I just think it’s super hard. Harder than most realize. Single moms rarely get recognition but are always subjected to ridicule and stereotypes. I hate that. Single moms are out here doing a job most are unwilling or unable to do. They should be celebrated for raising their kids, surviving, and thriving in a society that thinks so little of them. The next time you come across a single mommy, show her a little love. I know she’d appreciate it.