To the single moms working your asses off... I see you. I feel the pain you feel. The stresses and daily anxieties of feeling like you have messed up.
The moments you can’t provide everything you wished you could. The; that feeling. The in the pit inof your stomach, the knot in your throat., I know. Going toon family holidays, you feel alone, even though there’sthere are a million people in the room. When your child screams “no” at you and you get told how you should parent and what you should do. When your child just won’t listened to you. The; the constant judgements. The; the holding back of the tears. Until, until you break. The; the silent tears you cry away from everyone, locked in the bathroom., I hear them., I feel them. AsWhen you look in the mirror and looking back at you is a broken momma. A, a defeated momma. The gray hair that you could never get touched up and the pimples from stress. The; the makeup you attempted earlier in the day, smeared under your eyes. You’re, you’re a bad ass. You are NOT a failure. And, and you need to be told more, you are a superhero.superhero! You’re doing a fantastic job! You are strong. You, you are beautiful. You, you are amazing! You ARE PHENOMENAL! You are NOT alone. We’re in this together.