{"id":62296,"date":"2025-04-15T23:06:59","date_gmt":"2025-04-15T20:06:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ww-vb.mine.nu\/sa\/as-a-newly-single-mom-im-proud-of-my-strength-ryan\/"},"modified":"2025-04-15T23:06:59","modified_gmt":"2025-04-15T20:06:59","slug":"as-a-newly-single-mom-im-proud-of-my-strength-ryan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hameed.nwar.uk\/sa\/as-a-newly-single-mom-im-proud-of-my-strength-ryan\/","title":{"rendered":"As a Newly Single Mom, I\u2019m Proud of My Strength \u2013 ryan"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My greatest dreams were to get married, have babies, and build a happy family\u2014and now I\u2019m in my mid-thirties and, once again, looking up at the night sky searching for shooting stars to wish on. You see, my wishes did come true; I got married at 29, had my first child at 30, and welcomed my second at 31. But life threw me some major curveballs I couldn\u2019t have seen coming.<\/p>\n

Last summer, shortly after creating magical memories (or so I thought) at Disney World, discussing a third baby, and looking forward to what was supposed to be my time to finally prioritize some self-care after spending three years nursing babies, co-sleeping, and being everything to everyone 24\/7, my husband informed me that he had spoken with a divorce attorney. After several months cohabiting, knowing he had already been in a relationship for some time, I finally moved out, 2- and 3-year-old in tow. After spending four years tending to my soon-to-be-ex husband\u2019s schedule and career, the marital house I made our family\u2019s home, and, of course, our babies, I\u2019m suddenly a single mom. And I\u2019ve never been more proud.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for fighting for my marriage until the end, despite knowing I was fighting a losing battle on my own. I\u2019m proud of myself for doing so with honesty and integrity.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for standing firm in my role as my children\u2019s constant, despite everything else around me turning to chaos.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for tackling the debilitating anxiety that comes with the beginning stages of navigating the divorce process. To be honest, I\u2019m proud of myself for surviving the past half year.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for making it through months of uncertainty and continuing to push through into the unknown.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for finding the strength to walk away from the home that, for so long, housed both my most precious memories and some of my saddest moments. I\u2019m proud of myself for finding an apartment for my babies and me that, for now, is the perfect starting-over, family-of-three home.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for continuing to be my children\u2019s safe space, their comfortable landing place, and their safe, secure home (because, mamas, we are <\/i>their homes).<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for managing to find little glimmers of joy and magic in each and every trying, exhausting, still-living-life-in-limbo day.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for, little by little, finding the courage to create a brand new norm for my little crew.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for stepping back into the workforce, albeit slightly to start out, after staying home in familiar territory for so long.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for thinking ahead to my future when all I want to do is wallow in sadness and heartache brought on by the tribulations of the past and present.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for continuing to put one foot in front of the other, even when every bone in my body feels like it\u2019s collapsing in overwhelm.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for mustering up the courage to move forward with an open heart, an open mind, and, of course, with two finally-seeing-things-clearly, finally-opened eyes.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for accepting the fact that this isn\u2019t necessarily the time for my happily ever after, but it is indeed my time to get to know, honor, and celebrate me, <\/em>as a woman, as a soon-to-be-divorced, once devoted (probably to a fault) wife, and as a mother. As one who isn\u2019t perfect, but\u2014as mothers do\u2014keeps going. And I\u2019m really proud of myself for that.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for working tirelessly to pick up the pieces of a puzzle I didn\u2019t ask to be part of.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for swallowing my pride and asking for help from whoever possible, as needed.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for leaning on my people and finally believing that I am worthy of all the love and goodness I so freely handed out for so long.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for admitting I don\u2019t have to do this alone.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud of myself for showing my tiny humans the beauty in genuine human emotion, and for setting the realistic expectation that sometimes we just have to feel all the feelings in all of the changing, trying seasons. And you know what? I\u2019m proud to say that\u2019s perfectly okay.<\/p>\n

Am I proud of the fact that I\u2019m getting divorced? No, not necessarily. But I\u2019m not ashamed of it either. This journey isn\u2019t for the weak, and through it, with all glory to God, I\u2019m finally finding out just how strong I really am.<\/p>\n

For that, I\u2019m prouder than ever.<\/p>\n

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\t\t\t\tKatie Lefevre\n\t\t<\/p>\n<\/h4>\n

Katie is a former teacher turned full-time, stay-at-home mom of two young children and a freelance writer. She enjoys connecting with and encouraging other moms by way of compassion, candidness, and heartfelt conversation.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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