So was I “just” a single mom or was I a dictator, probably both and much more. My daughters survived the journey as I did, I succeeded in what I set out to do, preparing my daughters to be the best they can be and be an asset to society. Did I make mistakes along the way of course I did, but never intentionally.
The job of being
a single mother is hard, and a mom must be able to constantly adjust her sails,
for her children are constantly changing, growing and challenging you and their
environment. To be a mom is an exercise in extreme emotions, times you cannot
express the depth of your love for your child, and you feel so blessed to have
them in your life and you would lay down your life for them, then there are
times you think “why did I want to be a mom again?” (those times are usually during those difficult
teen years).
All of those “times”
be they wonderful or challenging live now in my heart and mind and I would not exchange
them for anything. On many levels I grew up with my daughters being a single
mom, they taught me a great deal about myself.
The best thing
a parent can give their child is roots so they can fly like cultivated adults
one day.
But I learned a single mom's post doctorate in parenting manifests when she becomes a grandparent, your
skill set expands tremendously and your thesis is based in spoiling, laughter
and one-of-a-kind adventures …
My sequel to being a Single Mom or Ruthless Dictator
is
Single Grandma
or Spoiler -In- Chief …
