tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post6631476676696400692..comments2024-02-01T02:51:43.854-08:00Comments on Sometimes it's hard: What we look likestory girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16876607625116932174noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-63217495867106887392013-03-04T06:52:43.072-08:002013-03-04T06:52:43.072-08:00Oh honey. You're so not alone. With so much ...Oh honey. You're so not alone. With so much hard, all you can do is just keep going. And you are!story girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16876607625116932174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-71223843489737433022013-02-24T06:09:16.025-08:002013-02-24T06:09:16.025-08:00Im a single isolated mom of a two year old boy. I ... Im a single isolated mom of a two year old boy. I have been up all night doing laundry and paying bills trying to get his father to be more consistant and claim his wages for child support. I have been alone since the night before my first baby and me appointment over two years ago when my sons father walked out. I always wanted children but not like this, not under these circumstances. His father told me he had a vasectomy. Pretty iron clad, when you actually have them. He lied, left and got married. Now its been over two years and he wants to be part of his sons life, so he says. I resent him and Im so frustrated. when I read "Hopefully the afternoon will involve more playing than screaming. Hopefully I will find a way to stop hiding from my feelings of inadequacy, of frustration, of resentment, and really be present enough to enjoy the moments that appear, however messy they look. Hopefully I will take this moment to recharge, to gear up for the coming campaign, and I will be a better and more willing mother for having taken the moment."<br />I stopped beating myself up and realized Im not alone in the way I feel. Thank you for being honest, my son just woke up and I hear my name "Momma" I used to go by a different one but its been so long I don't even remember...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-83877448352488322582013-02-21T10:28:14.205-08:002013-02-21T10:28:14.205-08:00Big hugs hun! For what it is worth, I think you ar...Big hugs hun! For what it is worth, I think you are doing a damn good job with those girls!<br />JennFox in the Cityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12163309708157436213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-67734762791709671082013-02-20T16:23:36.971-08:002013-02-20T16:23:36.971-08:00Aw, I love this!!! I know that you are uncertain r...Aw, I love this!!! I know that you are uncertain right now, but let me assure you that there are plenty of us who are quite certain that you are a wonderful Mom - and let us hold that certainty for you. You've got lucky girls, and I'm really proud that you are taking time on this blog to talk about this stuff - and also the stuff you are doing right. Because it's a lot. I'm just super proud of you. Jenn and Caseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16207173478938274488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235502677257882577.post-28655117857902374102013-02-20T15:01:21.600-08:002013-02-20T15:01:21.600-08:00Why do we have these notions that motherhood is pr...Why do we have these notions that motherhood is pretty and perfect? That we have fabulous hair, coordinated (and clean) clothes and our houses are spectacular? It's the lack of reality that really gets to me and sets me up for disappointment. So just by you putting this out there--you've made the reality of motherhood that much easier to relate to.Rach (DonutsMama)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14029074046922966097noreply@blogger.com