Confessions of A Single Mom

As I sit here, the day coming to an end. I remember the dishes stacked in the sink left undone; laundry over-flowing the basket from the long week we had, and the mess of toys spread amongst the floor. I feel pained with guilt, because those are the farthest things from my mind. Feeling the exhaustion, both physically and mentally.

Then I hear you giggle from across the room. I look up, to see your smiling face and a waving arm. The excitement on your face as you are working on walking. That smile of yours, lights up a room. I have yet to meet anyone, who cannot love your sassy, energetic, silly beautiful self.

This is when I recall, that I am not perfect. Nor, should I have to try and be. I can be a mess somedays, I can let things be left to be handled for the next day. In the eyes of you; my child, I am perfect. I try so hard to be perfect for you because the guilt kills me somedays that I cannot give you the household I once so very much dreamed of.

I can hope that I do enough each day for you, and that on the days I have no energy to play on the ground because the week had taken its toll on my body. The days that my patience runs thin, and you can sense it. I hope at the end of the day; you always forgive me. I always try my hardest for you. I know that I will fail. I know that I will scream. I know that one day I will break down and cry in front of you instead of behind the closed doors. I hope that when those days come, you see how much I try.

Remember; that even because those things will happen, never let yourself feel the guilt or burden of the world on my shoulders. I want you to instead, remember how very loved you are and that life takes its turns and no matter how upset I am, frustrated or scared. My love for you will never change, and I want you to always be open to coming to me for anything.

Love, your imperfect mother