Built For This: Happy Mother's Day

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Raising a child alone?...Ha!

This is NAWT the story I asked for or the one I dreamed about. But, this is the story that found me and I'm learning that I was built for it.


Being a single mom isn't some badge of honor I wear to prove strength; it's actually a badge I want to throw off a bridge at least 3 times a week. 😅 

Being a single mom is a reality I live, breathe, and cry through. Some days, I feel like SuperWoman. Other days I'm barely making it through the damn day and then there are the days where I'm somewhere in the middle--exhausted, but thankful!


I've come to realize that I'm not just surviving this, I'm becoming through it.


Motherhood didn't water down who I am, but it deepened me...sharpened me. And even though I do this without a partner, I'm not doing it without purpose. Motherhood didn't just make me a Mommie, it reinforced that I am, indeed, a fighter...a truth-teller...a legacy builder.

I am, for certain,  not the woman I was before her. Hell, I'm not even the woman I was last month. 😬 

Motherhood will stretch you, strip you, sanctify you.

This Mother's Day, I'm not celebrating the pretty parts. I'm acknowledging the days I cried in the driver seat, while Kai was oblivious in her carseat...the strength I found at 2am when sleep regressions hit...I honor every lonely moment, every moment of frustration because I had nobody to tag in when I'm exhausted with the day-in and day-out things. I want to speak to the ways I've lost myself and the ways I'm having to find myself again. 

This journey has been devastatingly beautiful. Devastating? Yep. Having to embrace the fact, that this is, in fact, something I have to walk alone was a HUGE blow...especially because this is not how I initially entered motherhood; BUT I wouldn't trade this walk for anything in the world.

To every single mama: You are not lacking. You are not failing. You are not less than because you're doing this alone. You were built for this.

You're doing holy work!

Happy Mother's Day. 💜

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