(Written February 17, 2020)
No one ever told me that being a single mother was a job on its own. No one ever told me that when you’re home from work sick with the flu, your children would still need dinner and help with their homework. No one ever told me about the sleepless nights you would have trying to wrap your mind around how you are going to pay the never ending bills that continue to pile up. No one ever told me that the school would call and you would have to fight to leave work just to have a meeting with your child’s teacher or to pick your child up because they have a tummy ache, only to realize that they are alright and just wanted their mother. No one ever told me about practices that you would have to take your child to by 7, only to get off at 6 and have to rush home to cook dinner before heading back out.
No one ever told me that being a mother was the best thing ever. The endless prayers, the sleepless nights, can not compare to the joy I see in my children’s eyes daily. Nothing compares to them calling me while I’m at work just to tell me that they miss me and to hurry home, even if I’m 2 minutes away. Nothing compares to being a mom to Micah, Nina, Sydney, and Seth, my blessings from God.
