I am not one parent doing the job of two. I am just one parent doing my job. I do not need congratulations or approval for filling the shoes of a second parent. There isn’t another pair of shoes, just mine. I don’t need to be acknowledged on Father’s Day. I’m not a dad, just a mom.
I do feel super human frequently but I’m also fallible. (I’ve got that tattooed on my chest so I don’t forget it.) I rise to the challenges of being a single mom. I chose this path. I pat my own back when I complete feats of superhuman strength, endurance, patience, and love. My pride is intrinsic.
Somedays, I don’t know how I do it. But I do and I keep doing it. The rewards are in the details, the moments between.
Somedays, I wonder how it could be different if I had chosen a different path. I can see the benefits but I wouldn’t change it. I wonder how it will all keep changing, how it will change me.
Saying a single mom does the job of mom and dad (or mom) is asinine like saying you give 110%. Just try to do that math…
I’m just one me.