Recently, I had a chat with my mother during her visit, and we got onto the topic of household chores. My partner and I have been trying to encourage our kids to pitch in around the house, and let me tell you, getting them to do chores is akin to attempting to fit an elephant into a shoebox. The struggle is real.
My mom chuckled at our plight and recounted how, at the age of nine, I was tasked with doing my own laundry. “I was a weary single mom, and one day I decided I had enough. I told you, ‘If you want clean clothes, wash them yourself.’ That was that.”
And yes, it certainly was that. I distinctly recalled my protests on that fateful day when I learned I would be responsible for my own laundry. The same went for the nights I had to wash the dishes after dinner (this was before we had a dishwasher), the mornings I was expected to prepare my own lunch, and the afternoons I had to help with dinner prep.
However, there was no room for negotiation. My mother, our sole caregiver for much of my upbringing, was a full-time teacher, and there simply weren’t enough hours in the day or hands in the house to excuse my sister and me from chores.
It wasn’t until I became a parent myself that I truly grasped the pressure my mother must have felt. Even with a supportive partner, managing everything while raising young children felt overwhelming. Now that my kids are older, the chaos hasn’t lessened much, and finding a moment to breathe still feels like a luxury.
I often marvel at how my mother managed to juggle everything while showering us with unwavering love and support. She was nothing short of extraordinary, and her strength has undoubtedly influenced me.
Reflecting on my transition to college, I realized that unlike many of my peers, I had no trouble adapting to adult responsibilities. While some of my friends had never even done their own laundry, I was already an expert. I could cook, clean, and organize my life without needing constant reminders from my parents.
From the get-go, I was fiercely independent, landing my first job at 18 and handling my college applications and student loans solo. I wasn’t flawless, and I stumbled often, but I embraced the reins of my life with confidence, largely thanks to my resilient single mother.
Single mothers don’t just rise to the occasion because they lack options; they do it because their love for their children is immeasurable. They endure hardships and emerge even stronger than before.
I know my mom often worried about our lives as a single parent, wishing for more resources, time, and assistance. The weight of guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders—a sentiment echoed by many of my friends who are single mothers too.
Though I faced challenges growing up—stemming from my parents’ divorce, custody conflicts, and other difficulties—being raised by a single mom was not the issue. In fact, the stability and love she provided were the cornerstones of my life.
Sure, there were chaotic moments and chores I resented, but my mom was my anchor and my inspiration. Single moms are true superheroes. The circumstances they find themselves in may not be what they envisioned, but they don’t let that deter them from being phenomenal parents. They wake up each day, pushing through exhaustion and self-doubt, proving their resilience time and time again.
I’m reminded of my mother’s fierce spirit every time I overcome my own obstacles. In the years after the recession, when my young family relied on unemployment and food assistance, I thought of her strength. As I navigate the challenges of work, parenting, and maintaining order in our home, I often wonder how I’ll manage it all. Yet, I do, each and every day. That’s the legacy my mom instilled in me.
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In summary, being raised by a single mom has fortified my character and independence. The lessons learned through her struggles and triumphs continue to shape my approach to parenting and life today.
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