Some nights I sit quietly after my children have fallen asleep…

and I finally allow myself to feel everything I had to hide during the day.

Because being a single mother means the world sees your strength…

but almost never sees your tears.

People see a woman who is “handling it.”

A woman who is “managing.”

A woman who is “strong.”

But they do not see the silent prayers whispered in the dark when fear creeps into my heart.

They do not see the moments I stare at my children and promise myself that no matter how hard life becomes… I will not let the storm reach them.

I will stand in front of it.

Alone if I have to.

Some days I am tired in places no sleep can fix.

Tired from thinking.

Tired from worrying.

Tired from trying to be everything at once.

Mother.

Father.

Provider.

Protector.

Comforter.

Yet every morning I wake up, wipe my face, and try again… because little Flo & Blo eyes are watching me.

Little hearts depend on me.

And they deserve a mother who refuses to give up.

Sometimes I wish someone would hold my hand and say,

“You don’t have to carry the whole world by yourself anymore.”

But until that day comes…

I will keep standing.

Because my children are my reason.

They are the reason I keep fighting even when life feels unfair.

The reason I keep believing even when my heart feels tired.

The reason I refuse to fall apart.

One day, they will grow up and understand something the world may never fully see.

That their mother…

Loved them so deeply

that she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders

and still found the strength to smile at them every day.

And if love alone could build a future…

My children will have the strongest one in the world.

The Story Behind Her Strength

People look at a single mother and see a strong woman.

They say, “She is doing well… she is managing.”

But strength has a story.

And sometimes that story is filled with wounds nobody ever asked about.

Because there was a time when she was not this strong.

There was a time when she was simply a woman who loved deeply… trusted deeply… and believed the life she was building would last forever.

Until one morning, life changed without warning.

One morning she woke up and realized the man who once stood beside her…

the life she thought was secure…

the future she believed in…

was suddenly gone.

No preparation.

No warning.

Just silence where partnership once lived.

And in that moment, without choosing it… without asking for it…

she became a single mother.

Not by desire.

Not by plan.

Not by will.

Just by circumstance.

And the pain of that reality was heavy enough.

But what hurt even more… was how the world responded.

Instead of compassion, there was judgment.

Instead of understanding, there were whispers.

People created stories they knew nothing about.

They formed opinions about situations they never lived through.

Some openly judged her.

Others did it quietly behind closed doors.

Even women—women who should have understood pain and resilience—sometimes became the cruelest voices.

Her vulnerability became something people used against her.

Moments when she needed kindness the most…

were sometimes the moments she faced the sharpest words.

And there were nights…

deep, lonely nights…

when the darkness in her mind whispered dangerous thoughts.

Thoughts that asked her if disappearing would finally end the pain.

Yes… even suicide crossed her mind.

Not because she was weak.

But because she was human…

and the weight of betrayal, judgment, loneliness, and responsibility sometimes felt unbearable.

But then…

She would look at her children.

Look into their innocent eyes.

See the trust they placed in her.

Feel their tiny arms around her.

And in those moments, she made a decision.

She would not leave them.

No matter how dark the night became…

she refused to take that path.

Because those children needed their mother.

-Abba’s Damsel –