When I think about my own mama, which is often thanks to her general all-around awesomeness, there is one thought that I can’t help circling back to. It wasn’t that she made the absolute best grilled cheese sandwiches, cut into quarters, with the cheese oozing out from every side with a big knoll of Fritos in the middle. Or that every single solitary time I was ever sick–rain or shine–she humped it over to my favorite pizza place and got me a piping hot cheese pizza (somehow never letting it get cold on the drive home).
Or that she tirelessly Con-Tact papered and carpeted all the rooms of my dollhouse every time I changed my mind and wanted a different colour scheme.( Too often ). Or that, even though she might have been depleted or frustrated or overextended, she always slapped a smile on her face and get down on her hands and knees to play Barbie with me on my bedroom floor.
The thought I often come back to is that she did everything she did as a single mother. And telling you, as the mama of two girls with a rock-solid guy as my wingman, I simply can’t fathom what it must’ve been like to be that single mother who carried the whole loading. Every minute of every day. Year after year.
Cause we’re talking like ev-er-y-thing . And that’s because the single mother owns all the carpooling and shopping and cook and housework and nurturing and all the stuff in between. The single mother is like the Sherpa who carries the hiker’s gear all the way up K2 while the hiker gets to check out the position and meander her style up the South East Ridge, unencumbered by all the extra crap.
Look, those of us with kids know that, even on a good day, parenting can be a thankless job, especially when our kids are young.
But, single parenting, well that’s a category unto itself. Single mothers are on call for the long haul. No time off , no pinch-hitters , no understudies. In fact, it nearly seems impossible that one single mama or dad could juggle it all successfully. Yet so many do. And they do it in such exceptional ways that elude explanation.
I mean, looking back now, through the eyes of a mother, I have no idea how my mother kept all those balls in the air without ever letting a single one reached the pavement. Now awarded, she had only one kid, but that didn’t matter because my elderly grandmother moved in when I was twelve and mama took care of her too.
So, I feel like we can nearly counting grandma as another kid. Oh yeah, and she was also working during the day and going to college at night to get her degree. (She actually did all of her homework at four o’clock in the morning to fit it all in).
And there are so many stories like that out there.
Now, in my mom’s situation, she didn’t exactly sign on to be a single mother raising small children alone. Just like so many other single moms who were married or in a relationship with someone one day and then single the next, she was happily married to my dad for nearly twenty years. But the universe had other plans and he died right before his forty-sixth birthday.
That was the working day when my mom inherited every decision, every stress, and every responsibility associated with keeping our little household together. And the working day she found herself in the same position as so many other single mothers out there who’ve lost a spouse or get divorced or chosen to go it alone.
And that’s the part that blows my mind. That whether you’re the single dad or the widow or the divorcee, it’s all you, all the time. Whether your head is in the game or not. Whether you’re craving alone time or not. Whether you’ve got a hundred and two fever and you’re hugging the lavatory bowl, or not. Raising a family as a single mother means you put yourself last on most days.
That’s why I think you all deserve some major props for being everything to your kids, day in and day out. And even though your kids may not be aware of how heavy your loading is right now, they will be. One day, when they’re grownups themselves, they’ll get onto and it’s going to cause a shift in the way they think about you. It’s going to grow the respect they have for you exponentially.
So, as a kid who was raised by a single mama, I simply want the single mothers out there to know( including and especially my own) that we know what you do and we love you for it. (Or at least we will once we ripen a little).
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