Part of my goal of being intentional is to be more honest. So here it goes. I’ve been with my partner for almost five years. We are heading towards marriage. But I am still a single mom. It’s not something that just goes away. I know a lot of single moms would like to hear a different story. Something like a fairytale. But for me, this just isn’t the case.
When another mom tells me how lucky I am, I have to ask them why they feel that way. Do they believe the single parent feelings will cease? I hate to break it to you, but they will not. Let me explain.
It’s 2017 and here we are. We made it! A new year with new opportunities. A symbolic chance to start fresh. I am committed to making better financial decisions in 2017.
I chose the personal themes of purpose and frugality for 2017— the areas that need the most work. I will be 27 and want to take responsibility for my finances. I am challenging myself to a year of decreased consumption. It won’t be easy and some behavioral changes have to take place.
It’s been way too long since I’ve written something. This thing called life keeps getting in the way. But I want to keep this up. So, let’s get rolling.
Okay. Let’s talk about self care. I feel like “self care” is a buzzword everyone on the internet is using because, you know, views and clicks. It is tagged in pretty pictures of food, landscapes, and pedicure appointments. Those are definitely ways to care for self, but for some, self care is a means of survival. For me, self care is a series of actions to remind myself that I am worthy of existing.
Today is Mother’s Day. I’d like say a few words about my mother, Valerie. It’s really difficult to put into words how I’ve felt in the 12 years since her passing. The pain is breathtaking. I miss my mom so much I could die.
When I look in the mirror I see her. It’s chilling. That’s how I know I’m getting older. My hair is like hers. My body is becoming like hers. I have her mannerisms. I wear my glasses the way she wore hers. But, one thing I don’t have is my mother’s grace and positivity. She was joy. She was peace. She was mushy with love for her family. She was my everything and I was hers.
Mom | Twenty-something | Pittsburgh