A Mother’s Day Post for our Single Mamas

There are one-hundred beautiful blog posts for mamas out there these days. And they are lovely. They speak about the difficult issues that only mamas can understand. The long days, the rough nights, the spit-up, the inability to get a shower ever in peace. But, our mamas have their own sets of challenges. And these ladies are my heroes. Every time I meet with, email or talk to a new mama we are helping, my soul gasps at what they have come through. And I know that people don’t know; they don’t see; they can’t imagine. But, mamas . . . we want you to know that we know, we see and we can imagine. So, here’s to you, strong single mamas. We love you:

Here’s to you, mama, when you are laying in bed alone and you wish there was another healthy adult around the house because you are afraid. Here’s to you for trusting in God through the tears.

Here’s to you, mama, when that three-year-old comes into your room every night because she is afraid and she needs cuddles. And you cuddle, even though you are beyond exhausted.

Here’s to you, mama, when your teens rage emotional because they feel insecure and you feel helpless and all you can tell them is that God is not like that man who hurts them.

Here’s to you, mama, when your heart breaks because your boys need a father and you burn with anger because the man you married just refuses to be a good man for their sake.

Here’s to you, mama, when you do the job of both parents, beyond exhaustion and with no money. And you are creative. And it is amazing.

Here’s to you, mama, when you go in to confront that mean teacher who feels like it is OK to pick on your kid because he knows there isn’t a father around.

Here’s to you, mama, when you look at the thirteen dollars in your checking account and you make it work. You are resourceful.

Here’s to you, mama, when you eat less and lose weight because there isn’t enough food and your children are growing.

Here’s to you, mama, when you hide in the bathroom and let the tears fall. The tears that fall because you are lonely . . . and you never thought life would turn out this way. Here’s to you for pressing on.

Here’s to you, mama, when you get your kids back from his house and they are leaky buckets and you love them and you hold them and you let them cry and you fill them back up again (somehow), even though you are running on empty.

Here’s to you, mama, when you pick up your kids, after a long day of work, and you are so so so tired but you make dinner and help with homework and get them to bed. And then you stay up late to catch up. Because you are strong.

Here’s to you, mama, when you ask for help. We know it is hard.

Here’s to you, mama, when you pray for money to buy shoes or warm pajamas.

Here’s to you, mama, when you have to undo the abuse your babies have suffered at his hands. When you have to correct the rotten mental abuse and convince your children that they are worth more than all of the stars in the sky.

Here’s to you, mama, when you use the gift card someone gave you all on your kids. Because you never seem to stop sacrificing.

Here’s to you, mama, when you fight off false guilt and ugly looks from others. When you take your kids to church, even though it is hard, and people don’t understand. We applaud you.

Here’s to you because you never gave up. You could have but you didn’t. So many others would have. And, someday, your children will rise up and call you blessed and will marvel over all that you did — on your own — with so little support. Someday, it will all be worth it. Those beautiful babies you have? They will be amazing adults because their mothers cared enough about them to remove them from the abuse. And loved them through the hard years. Happy Mother’s Day to you, special mamas. We love you and we believe in you.

“Heart of Fire” by Megan D Cox

 

 

8 Replies to “A Mother’s Day Post for our Single Mamas”

  1. This is amazing, Megan, a source of profound encouragement to women who give and love and persevere when it feels as though the whole world is against them, when they and their children are weary and deeply broken.

    And may these women know that our prayers seek God’s grace on their behalf, believing that they may one day see the fruit of their labor of love in the eyes of their grateful children. As a survivor myself, as difficult as the journey has been, I would gladly do it all over again to get to where we are now. It was absolutely worth it.

    1. Thank you, my friend. And I agree with you. As difficult as everything was — it was so worth it. I’m so glad you are in my life, Cindy!

  2. Thank you for putting this into words, for validating the feelings of loneliness and exhaustion and fear… beautifully said.

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