Being a single mom is one of the hardest roles in the world, but it’s also the most meaningful one I’ve ever had. I lost my husband. Our relationship was not an easy one, he was a partner who carried his own struggles, and life with him came with challenges I often carried in silence. Our relationship had its share of struggles, and some of those challenges still affect me even after his passing. These are simply parts of my journey, and speaking about them openly is part of my healing.
But even through all of that, I discovered the greatest source of strength I could ever ask for: my children.
My kids are the reason I survived. They are the reason I kept going when I wanted to give up. They are the reason I learned how strong I could be.
Life as a single mom is far from simple. To make ends meet, I now work multiple jobs, not only to provide for my children’s daily needs but also to pay off the debts left behind from my husband’s hospitalization. Some days I barely have time to rest, but I do it with a willing heart because I know who I’m doing it for. Every sacrifice, every late night, every tired morning, it’s all for them.
I know many mothers face the same struggles, and some have to make the choice of leaving their children in the care of relatives just to work. But for me, I chose a different path. I decided to stay present, to work hard while still being the one who tucks my kids in at night and wakes them in the morning. No matter how busy I get, I’m still their mother in the everyday moments, and that’s what matters most to me.
People may not see the full picture. Some are quick to judge, to create stories, or to assume things about me. But I’ve learned not to carry the weight of their opinions. They don’t know my journey, and they don’t need to. What matters most is that my children know they are loved, provided for, and supported in every way I can give.
Living with a partner who carried his own struggles was not easy. There were moments when I felt small, misunderstood, and unappreciated, especially when I was badly accused and stories were made up to make him look good in the eyes of others. But instead of letting that break me, I allowed it to shape me into someone stronger and more independent. My children gave me the courage to endure and the determination to move forward.
Now that chapter has closed, and even though grief still lingers, I know I survived for a reason: to raise my kids with the love and stability they deserve.
They remind me that my effort is never wasted.
They give me a reason to dream bigger, even when I’m tired.
They show me that even in difficult circumstances, joy can still exist.
They prove that love is more powerful than judgment or hardship.
When I look at them, I see not only who they are now but who they will become. And I know that every sacrifice I make is building a foundation for their future.
To every single mom reading this: don’t let anyone make you feel small for the way you love and provide for your children. People may not see your sacrifices, but your kids do. They see your strength, they feel your love, and they will carry your example for the rest of their lives.
Yes, the road is heavy, but we are stronger than we realize. And our children, they are the reason we keep putting one foot in front of the other, no matter how hard it gets.
I may not have the perfect life, but I have the perfect reason to live it fully: my children. They are my heart, my hope, and my greatest achievement.
Everything I am becoming, a stronger woman, a braver mother, and a survivor, is because of them.
And in all of this, I know I am not walking alone. God has been my constant guide, giving me the strength to work hard, the courage to keep going, and the grace to love without bitterness. My children are my reason, but my faith is my foundation.
With them in my arms and God in my heart, I know I can face whatever comes next.
It’s not easy, but I’ve learned to manage my time carefully and prioritize what matters most. I may be tired, but being present for my children, cooking their meals, helping with schoolwork, or just hugging them at the end of the day, keeps me going. Love makes the sacrifices worth it.
Yes, I do. People will always have something to say, but I’ve realized I can’t live my life by their opinions. What matters is that my kids feel loved, secure, and cared for. Their smiles are my true measure of success.
Grief doesn’t disappear overnight, but I’ve found strength in my children’s presence and in my faith. They remind me that life goes on, and God reminds me that I am never walking this path alone.
Take it one day at a time. Don’t compare yourself to others. Your effort, no matter how small it seems, is building a better future for your children. Remember, your kids don’t need perfection, they need your love, consistency, and presence.
No, never. The sacrifices are hard, but they are an expression of love. Every struggle I endure is shaping not only my children’s lives but also my own character. It’s teaching us all resilience, faith, and the true meaning of family.
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