My Name is Beautiful Soul, and I’m a Single Mom. And I’m proud of it.
Society today casts us down at the mention of those two words. It’s a taboo. We are reckless, and immature, loose,cant keep our legs shut, etc. I cringe. Some go the extent of asking who raised us, and the really evil gossips will blame our parents. Those are the ones that have inspired me today.
You see, you’ll point the finger ever which way and speculate and call us names, but you’ll never really know the reason as to why we bear that title. Some of us were jilted by the love of our lives, our husbands and boyfriends because the pregnancy wasn’t supposed to happen: because they don’t have the financial capacity to take care of that child(i find this ironic because you’ll still find them at the latest hangout joints drinking and stunting): or simply because they don’t want to be tied down by their baby momma. Some of us were just young naive girls who found ourselves in this predicament after being deceived by a man’s empty promises and sweet nothings. Some of us were divorced because he found younger blood to quench his thirst. Some of us were widowed. Some of us walked away from abusive relationships. Some of us walked away from unfaithful men, dangerous tradition such as wife inheritance and fgm,and some us are single moms even though we’re in a relationship (because we literally so everything to raise this child/ren,but we do it alone even though the man/baby daddy/husband/boyfriend is there but isn’t helping with anything).
We are chased from home, we lose friends and family, we are left alone by the world to fend for ourselves and our babies. We are without a support system, no one understands our plight. We go the labor word, and for a few hours or days, we find love and family and support in those nurses and midwives who rub our backs and hold our hands and encourage us until we have our little angels in our arms, they tend to us and feed us and teach us the fundamental practice of motherhood, like, breastfeeding and diaper changes, bathing and taking care of our exhausted bodies. But soon we have to leave and we go back to that cold world. And we look at this infant and know we will move mountains to take care of him. And we do. We start from the very menial tasks that you look down on and climb that ladder of success with ease, poise and grace, we leave you flabbergasted.
We go through so much Shit you wouldn’t survive an hour in our shoes. And yet, here we are. Soaring above and exceeding beyond your condescending looks and empty gossip. Our children grow up to be pillars of change.
We are SINGLE MOTHERS. And we are proud of it. The next time you feel the need to speak about a single mom, it better be words of empowerment not disdain. Speak a prayer over her. Speak life into her. Lord knows she gave up everything to raise that child. Never judge a person’s situation without having walked a mile in their shoes.
Queens, wear your crown with pride and grace, because you deserve it. Never let anyone tell you not here I see. Keep raising those children, keep grinding and keep your head held high.
SO to the single dads out there. We understand your struggles.
SuperMomsKE 