Tell her thank you…. | Single Moms

If you were raised by a single momma, go give her a hug, or call her up and tell her thank you. Because you probably don’t realize how many sacrifices she made to get you where you are.

You probably don’t realize how many times she stayed up until 2 AM figuring and re-figuring bills. Trying to decide how to make ends meet that week.

How many times she cried in the shower because she couldn’t buy you those new shoes you wanted.

How many months she wore those leggings with a run in them because making sure you got new fall clothes was more important.

How many 12 and 14 hour days she pulled to make sure you had a home cooked meal that week.

How many times she tucked you in and said sorry, because she had to tell you no, you didn’t have the money that day.

How many times a bill collector called because she had to pick one bill over the other that week.

How many times she put a smile on when you walked in the door despite how physically and mentally exhausted she was.

How many home repairs and car repairs she learned to do on her own because paying someone wasn’t an option.

How many times she turned down help because she wanted to prove she could do it on her own, and she wanted you to be proud of her.

How many times she put you first and herself last because that’s what mommas do.

Or how hard she loved you and to her those sacrifices were worth it all. Because seeing you smile meant more than her own.

Go tell her thank you.

-Jamie Lea

I’m down to thongs…..

I’d like to tell you I’m that mom that has her shit together. That my house is always tidy, and muffins are in the oven, but I just threw a corn dog in the microwave for 70 seconds, because I’m too tired.  I’m down to thongs and lacy panties that have dust on them because I haven’t done laundry in a week, and I’m pretty sure I forgot to sign somebody’s permission slip.

I think as mom’s we tend to sit back and look at everyone else’s highlight reel, and compare ourselves to social media’s ” mom standard”.  It’s easy to do when, with the click of a button, you can see Tina’s five course meal she whipped up for the first time in months and blasted on Instagram and Facebook. While you stare at the plate of chicken nuggets you just threw in the microwave because there aren’t enough hours in the day.

But I promise… are killing it. Even if you did  have to rob your 9 year old’s piggie bank because he pulled his tooth out at 9 o’clock at night. Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything. Some days I nail this mom gig, and some days it’s a shit show, but it’s my shit show, and I busted my butt to get here.

Four year ago I was a newly single mom sitting on an old leather couch, in my empty apartment I couldn’t afford, wondering how I was going to provide for two tiny humans, and keep food on the table. All the while watching a YouTube video on “how to drive a five speed”. Because I landed a 99 S-10, single cab, manual, sitting on 20’s in divorce court. (Insert giant eye roll), but that is another story, another day.

Now here I sit, owning and operating my own business. Chasing my wildest dreams, with two of the coolest little dudes this side of Indiana, genuinely happy about life. Was it easy? HELL NO! I had more sleepless nights and negative bank accounts then my kid’s had TV dinners, but I made it. I survived. (Breaks into Destiny’s Child- Survivor) I did it because I’m a mom and I have two boys that depend on me. I’m not going to sugar coat my life. I’m going to be real and take you along for the ride. Hopefully inspire you to give yourself a little more credit, or you just take a peek into my world, and think ” damn, I have my shit together” either or.

Listen, some days you are going to microwave some corn dogs, and some days you are going to go ham in the kitchen and put Martha to shame. It’s all about balance. So tonight, when you are laying out your best thong for tomorrow. Because what’s laundry at 11 o’clock at night? Pat yourself on the back for making it thus far, and being the best mom you can be.

Now, excuse me while I go eat my granola bar in the bath tub.

-Jamie Lea