I confess…
I am a single mom of three. Two are twins.
At times it is truly hard being a single mom.
At times I convince myself I would not want it any other way.
I confess I feel my children are not mistakes. I wanted them. I feel blessed to have them.
I confess at times I feel ashamed that I am single, with three kids.
I confess…
We do not have a lot, but in love we are rich.
I have wondered why the heck did I want kids. What was thinking wanting kids! I must have been nuts! The I look at them while they are sleeping so peacefully, and I totally understand why I did.
At times I think my children could be a bit obsessed with mommy.
I confess I think others expected me to fail in this thing called motherhood.
I confess I get overwhelmed at times.
I confess…
There are times when being a single mom sucks. For example when I’m tired and need the garbage taken out. Help with the groceries. A back massage. Or to kill that evil-looking spider lurking in the bathroom.
My kids make life worth living.
I confess I once let my son eat ice cream for dinner because I was too tired to cook.
I confess…
I have forgotten everything girly and feminine in raising 3 boys.
Finding time to shower is hard.
Coffee has become my lifeline.
Motherhood has given me super powers. I can now change diapers in the dark!
I confess I am starting not to mind the company when I go to the bathroom.
I confess…
I fear the teenage years. I’m seeing the prelude with my 10-year-old and it's not pretty!
I constantly worry if I am doing a good job as a mother.
I sometimes sacrifice eating so my kids can get plenty to eat.
We one time survived on eating Halloween candy.
I sometimes sit and watch my children sleep and fall deeper in love with them.
I have looked at my kids and thought. Wow! I made that!
I let my children co-sleep.
I had crush on Greg the original yellow Wiggle.
I confess there really is no single motherhood. We are all just mothers.
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