The Journey. It’s Mine.

Accidentally, I bumped into an anonymous plea from another single mom. Of course, I couldn’t help a lenghty comment and remember those nights I was doing laundry and the dishes way into midnight, clearing the mess (that the day-help missed); the moment Raine is asleep in bed.

There were instances I was too tired to eat dinner and even too tired to go to sleep. So I wrote, watch TV and videos into the wee hours of the morning.

Those were tough times. I thought I’d never see better days. And then I found a very dependable day-help, bumped into problogging…went home.

Better days. It was like the dream I was longing for. Days when I didn’t have to worry where (and to whom) should I leave Raine while I am at work…among other things.

I guess all single moms have to be buried in “darker” days of juggling tasks for herself and her kid(s). It is a difficult phase that has to be experienced. An experience that strenghtens us for the the better person that we will become.

Those days were there to make you appreciate the little good things that life has brought you. To make you realize the difference and treasure the present.

Better days are yet to come, if we have faith and we work to realizing that dream.

Before we know it, the kid(s) is(are) grown up and we find ourselves having more hours to kill.

By then, you’ve mastered the art of one-hand juggling…you are not afraid at whatever else that life fancies to throw at you.

Because you can handle it, with grace and with poise.

I did it. You can do better. I promise you, better days will get to you. You just have to hang in there and do the things that you have to do. Those too, like anything else, shall come to pass.