Confessions of a once single mom 

  The photo above is of my son and I. This is how he would cling to me everyday after having to be apart all day. It always makes me want to cry. My son is only 3, and I missed out on a lot of his life. I didn’t always get to be there. I missed milestones, words, I didn’t get to kiss every boo boo, and I spent a lot of time crying. This is the life of a working mom. From the time Aiden was a year and a half, I was non stop working. I didn’t have someone there supporting us, I was building our life simply on my own. I can’t tell you how many times I had to have a daycare teacher peel my screaming child off me, or finally picked my son up and he was out for the night. I always wished I could have been home with my baby, that I had deserved a man that would have taken care of us and provided what we needed to survive. Now today, I have Aiden (3.5) and Karsyn (4mth) and I have the privilege to stay home with my babies. That’s right, being a stay at home mom IS a privilege! Emmitt works his life away so I can be home with these kids. Not all men will do this, as I know from my own experience. There’s been times where he’s been gone for weeks on and weeks off. I see so many moms saying they feel like they’re single moms because their S/O is out working all the time. I can’t help but think they have no clue what they are talking about. They have a man, working his whole life away so so you can be home with those children of yours, instead of dropping them off at the daycare to go work. A man who works so they can buy that new outfit for their baby, or that $5 Dutch brother coffee that probably took their man 20 minutes to earn. I wouldn’t trade being a stay at home mom for the world and I’m thankful that Emmitt gives me the privilege to do so! I don’t have to lay in bed at night and worry about a babysitter in the morning, I can make a pot of coffee and lay on my couch in the morning with the kids and watch Paw Patrol every god damn day.  

 I’m the one who gets to tuck my kids in at night and tell them how much they’re loved, all because of Emmitt. I would never disrespect him and tell him I feel like a single mother because he works so hard to give us everything we’ve ever wanted. Being a single mom, means you’re solely on your own. Physically, emotionally, fiancially. However, I am not a single mom any longer. I wouldn’t trade this time with my kids for the world. Now I’m gonna sit back and enjoy this hot cup of coffee that I wouldn’t be drinking right now if I didn’t have my Emmitt.  

 

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