Our children are only ours for a fleeting moment 🌻

There’s no denying that parenting is hard; as your always up against everyone who believes they know the answer. It’s even harder when the other parent is the one battling you. I’ve never wished to take away from or replace the relationships my son has formed nor do I try to diminish or deplete other important people in his life.

But I’m his mother.

Lord knows I’m not perfect all the time. But I am doing a good job thus far. The days that are hard; the days that are sacrificed for routine, for structure for growth and progress. The days that have become extremely overwhelming raising a son nearly on my own, are for reason. Working through this, makes me much more aware of how better I could be as a mother, but also shows how good enough I already am; even on the days I have doubts.

All I have known since I found out I was pregnant, was to do what is best for him and that meant putting myself 2nd to him. It’s not a game. It’s not about control. It’s not about just being able to see him and spend time with him, it’s about life and teaching him how to go through it. It’s about the real stuff. It’s about unconditional love... for all his ups and downs.

In a matter of months, my life has turned upside down. Our son’s 3rd birthday I was told “this is the best birthday gift we could can give Owen is for us to to be here tonight, working out our differences and choose each other” His father has since left and I’ve been lied to and blamed. I’ve been taken for granted and denied the right to have an opinion. I have taken responsibility of the parts I know I’m to blame.

I chose this mess of what is called motherhood and I’m in love with it.

I choose to fight for what I believe I deserve, especially when I’ve realized I deserved far more than I ever agreed to.

But more importantly, I will fight for what my son deserves; because that’s what mothers do.

That makes me a good mother.