When I became a single mom, I was overwhelmed by the weight of what lay ahead. The sleepless nights, the endless decisions, the constant balancing act—I wasn’t sure how I would manage it all. But every day since has been a lesson in resilience, growth, and discovering just how strong I truly am.

Being a single mom means wearing every hat imaginable. I’m the breadwinner, the homework helper, the cheerleader at soccer games, and the one who stays up late comforting my child when the world feels too big for them. There’s no one else to share the load, no one else to turn to when I feel like I’m running on empty. But that’s where the magic happens—because even on the hardest days, I find a way to keep going.

There are moments when doubt creeps in, when I wonder if I’m doing enough, giving enough, being enough. But then I see the smiles on my child’s face, the pride in their eyes when they talk about the little things we’ve accomplished together. That’s when I realize: I’m not just doing it—I’m thriving.

Every challenge I face reminds me that I’m capable of more than I ever believed. I’ve learned to celebrate the small victories, to cherish the quiet moments, and to find joy in the chaos. Being a single mom is hard, yes, but it’s also a daily reminder that I am stronger, braver, and more determined than I ever imagined possible.