Hey there, Single Mom – I see you.
I see you handing your kids money in WalMart so they can scurry around and buy you a little gift or card. I see you pretending not too look as they go through the checkout with your gifts in their little hands. I see you checking and rechecking your bank account – because those little gifts add up, and you still have those soccer cleats to buy for your son.
I see you doing these things, not because you want a present. You are pretty sure that the $5 you gave each child is not going to buy anything useful. I see that you do it to give them the experience of giving something to their mother on Mother’s Day.
I know you, Single Mom.
I know that you break your back each day doing your very best to give your children as “normal” of an experience as possible. I know you do everything you can to make sure your children, in a single parent home, have the same life experiences as those in a two parent family.
I know that, if your kids made you breakfast today, you will be the one cleaning it up. I know that if you go out for a special lunch today, you will be the one paying, and the one worrying about the added expense.
I praise you, Single Mom.
I praise you for how hard you work at being both parents. I praise you for how thankful you are for every little thing – when sometimes, those that have it all can do nothing but complain. I praise you for raising children…all by yourself…that are respectful and kind and hard working. I praise you for getting up each day, getting your kids ready and out the door, heading off to work to earn the only money that will support them (or at least the majority of it), coming home and taking care of all those things that must be done in the evenings, from dinner, to homework, to good night kisses. I praise you for getting up the next day and doing it again.
I am you, Single Mom.
I have been a single mother since my son was 18 months old – he is now 18 years. It is truly a thankless thing, to be a single mother. No father is there to round up the kids on Mother’s Day to present you with grocery store flowers (Oh – how you would cherish grocery store flowers!) No one directs your children to make those heart melting home made cards. You have to orchestrate your own Mother’s Day. And yes, it makes it a little different….not worse….not bad….but different.
If I could, I would send each of you a beautiful bouquet of roses. I would gather your children and take them to the mall – helping them choose thoughtful and useful gifts. I would buy each of you a beautiful piece of jewelry that not only reminds you of your children, but reminds you that you are treasured.
But since I cannot give you those things….I leave you with these verses, from the One who can give you everything….
“May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ” (1 Thessalonians 5:23).
“So we say with confidence, ‘The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?’” (Hebrews 13:6).
“A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling” (Psalm 68:5).
“For the Lord your God moves about in your camp to protect you and to deliver your enemies to you. Your camp must be holy, so that he will not see among you anything indecent and turn away from you” (Deuteronomy 23:14).