The trauma of the divorce process is almost over.
Now I feel as if a building collapsed and I am peeking out over the dust to see what is left. It’s a scary feeling. “All of that fighting and precious money down the drain just so I can raise these kids by myself?” When I read that March 21 was Single Parents Day, I realized I had to recognize it.
I’ve had to be vigilant about my mental health because it’s a constant struggle, especially with the kids going through their own journey and experiences. I worry that I will never be enough for them and that they deserve better than having a single mom.
However, I realize that I have been called to this life.
Nobody could do it better and that’s why God (and more specifically, the county court) chose me. I know enough children of divorce to have experienced how they do well with a strong anchor that protects them from the conflict of a broken marriage. This is their optimal chance for success.
I realize that I loved my parents because I knew they cared. Sure, they made plenty of mistakes and didn’t provide the nicest stuff or a cushy lifestyle. We were rich in love. Just one mom trying her best is enough to provide the amount of love her children need.