I'm a Product of My Environment, what can I say?

My tale of single motherhood, didn't start six years ago when my daughter was born. It actually started about 22 years ago, when my own father past away when I was 5.

Now many folks may say that is such a sad thing-- a fatherless child at 5 but who knows what life would have been like with him. Being a small child is such a beautiful thing. I think of my daughter and her relationship with her father, that has been almost non-existent over her six years of being. However, I find it ever so amazing that she can pick up her relationship with him as if he is the greatest thing next to sliced bread. And to tell you the truth, despite how he churns my guts inside out... I think it is the best thing in the world to see the level of elation that she has all because she is with daddy.

Reminiscing back to my days with my father (from what I can remember) it was all happiness. I can remember painting daddy's nails while he was sleep, taking his change out of his pockets for my own newly discovered wealth, eating at McDonald's and of course my favorite burger joint that I still go to this day whenever I am in my hometown. The fondness that I had for my father is something that could never be replaced, no matter if he was good bad or indifferent-- he was still my daddy.

Now I am a product of the 80's and the concept of single motherhood was still fresh. Meaning most families were just what you saw on T.V., mom, dad, brother, sister, etc... The concept of Just Mommy & I was not as well received as it is today (or maybe not). I can remember as child wishing that my mother could be there for school events and other aspects of my life. I never thought she intentionally missed out on things, it wasn't until I had my own mommy gang initiation that I realized she wasn't too busy for me. She was just too busy trying to maintain life, itself... and I was her sacrifice.

So when I had my daughter, although her dad & I were living together at the time of her birth and almost until her 1st Birthday, I knew that we were not permanent fixtures. Meaning, we were bound to go our separate ways and I was repeating the history that I so wished was abolished in my own past--single motherhood.

On one hand, I wish, hope, and prayed that we could be a family... but would we be happy was the question. And happy we were not, was the answer. I always lived by the motto that if there was something I did not like about a situation--change it or move on. So, I moved on and didn't look back. I have traveled through many highs and lows, all on the strength that I am a proud mother. I choose not to let stereotypes and other misconceptions define me, and most important to me... I make sure that my daughter is priority #1 in my life, even if it means I have to change the game!

Welcome to The Chronicles of Single Motherhood

I thank you for taking an interest in my Blog, first and foremost. I would hope that all of you who are sincere and genuine will be inspired, and understand that the life of a single mother possess many challenges and rewards. I have made the choice to share my day-to-day events because I enjoy life and love being a single mom-- I wouldn't trade it for the world.

So hopefully, you will enjoy my stories, thoughts, etc... as much as I enjoy sharing.

BTW, and this MEANS YOU... please stop snooping and stalking me as for I deserve a life too....