Being a single mother, I have faced much persecution. Not only from the judgemental thoughts of others, but from the feelings of failure, I have given myself. Life didn’t turn out like I dreamt it would be and the reality is, it’s mostly my fault.
I should have loved and valued myself more. I should have listened to my heart and waited for the one who treasured it most. But, I didn’t. Life happened and somewhere along the way, I lost sight of who I was and who I wanted to be. I transformed myself into what I thought others wanted me to be.
Thank God, I am no longer that person.
Last night, I was feeling a little down. A friend shared a few negative opinions, others had spoken about me. It was the typical, single mother stereo type. I shrugged it off to my friends, but secretly, it really bothered me. Not because I believed their opinions to be true, but because they failed to see the opposite.
This afternoon, still feeling a little down from the night before, I received this letter. It is from one of my daughter’s teachers. As I read the letter, I couldn’t help but cry. This woman knows nothing about me, but through the actions of my child, she felt the need to thank and praise me, for raising such a respectable daughter.
Reading those words, makes all of my unseen sacrifices, worth it.
Single mother, you are enough! Your unnoticed efforts, make a BIG difference in your child’s life. Keep being their biggest fan. Instill into your kids, the integrity and self respect you wish to see in the world. Shape them into a kinder, more compassionate people. Help them to achieve their dreams and goals, by believing in them.
I know your sacrifices and you are fabulous!
As Mother’s Day approaches, I am overwhelmed with an endearing appreciation for my God-fearing mama. We may not see eye to eye on many topics and issues, but her love is a constant, for which my heart and soul depend upon.
Many years ago, while shopping at the mall for a Mother’s Day gift, I entered a Christian book store. As I began looking at the different artwork hanging on the wall, I came across a poem called “The Warrior.” As I began to read the poem, my eyes filled with tears and I was engulfed by a wave of heartfelt emotion. As I stood there reading, I saw my mama in that poem, and for the first time, I finally understood her prayers said for me.
Even now, as I read this poem, my heart is filled with emotion and love for my dear, sweet mama. If not for her prayers, God only knows where I’d be.
I love you mama.
Sometimes there are no words, only tears. Tears shed for the disappointments of both past and present. Tears shed for an enduring heart, which bleeds for its happy ending. Tears that bring comfort and understanding, without uttering a single word. And tears to wash away all grievances, in hopes of a brighter day.
So today, I allow myself to cry.
I’m awkward, you’re awkward, weird, and strange, too. What a catastrophic mess, the things we do.
Uncommon bond, ignited by soul and mind. Intuition and faith, find its due time.
Uniquely different, yet oddly the same. The perfect definition of ying and yang.
Tortmented in the wanting of this devine circumstance, more comfortable to leaving things as mere happenchance.
Last night, while tucking my youngest daughter into bed, she began to cry. Through uncontrollable tears, she told me she never wanted to be without me, she loves me, and doesn’t want me to ever die. As she spoke those words, I began to cry. I have never felt so loved.
Lying there with her, my sister immediately came to mind. The pain of losing and missing someone, whom I had cared so much about. It is a grim reality that would someday be hers. I could not lie and pretend this fate would never touch her heart. I began to say a silent prayer, asking God to comfort and to guide my words.
I then told her I would always be in her heart and memory. Even when I die, my love for her would always remain and it would always be felt. I told her I had missed her Aunt Tammy for 27 years and the love we shared, was just as strong today, if not stronger. I promised we would meet again someday, when life here on earth was done.
I also reminded her of Jesus and his promise to us. As long as we believe and trust in him, we will have eternal life with God in heaven. I told her to always hold onto that promise and to never let it go.
After our conversation, she seemed reassured and trusted I would somehow be with her, always.
I cannot tell you how precious that moment was. Holding onto my little girl, hearing her say the sweetest words. A shared memory of an aunt never met, yet comforted by her being. This makes my heart smile.
Life truly is a gift and it’s meant to be shared.
Loving my girls more than life itself,