His beaming smile illuminated the room. Each night, I would sing him to sleep, sometimes pretending to doze off beside his crib, ensuring he felt safe. After listening to his gentle snores, I would verify the locks on my front door and prepare for another night of restless sleep. The weight of being his sole protector was overwhelming. In the morning, his radiant smile greeted me, and I often pondered whether he understood he was the source of my strength and joy. I became adept at showering while he was captivated by children’s programs. I recall rushing out of the bathroom, towel-clad, to check on him, my heart racing with worry during my long commute to work.
A call from my soon-to-be ex-husband sent tears streaming down my face. Sobs erupted as I experienced the anguish of loss. When I turned to my son, his joyful demeanor shifted to concern; his little brows furrowed as he reached out to comfort me. That moment marked the end of my tears regarding our separation. I was astonished by his ability to sense my emotions. From that day forward, I resolved to be strong for him and shield him from my pain.
When he fell ill with a high fever, I was that mom who had to take another day off work. We cuddled together on the sofa bed until he recovered. I received some valuable advice from my mother, yet spent the day wrestling with worries in solitude. At that time, I lacked the supportive network I now enjoy in suburbia. I was a single mom among new couples in a small neighborhood.
There was a day when my car broke down on the highway, leaving us stranded. I swallowed my pride and called my ex-husband for help. I wondered how long my car would hold out. My ex had moved on to his new life, with a new girlfriend and a new boat. There were moments when I couldn’t afford groceries; instead of confiding in my parents, I turned to my ex for extra funds, feeling utterly defeated.
One ordinary morning, I locked the deadbolt on my front door, but the doorknob lock was left undone. How did that happen? The next night, I experienced the same unsettling occurrence. On the third night, while my son slept soundly, I heard the ominous sound of a window sliding open. Someone was attempting to enter our home. I panicked and called my former brother-in-law for assistance. The would-be intruder, believing someone was inside, fled. I checked all the windows and doors while on the phone, eventually finding sleep. The next morning revealed the kitchen screen lying on the ground, the window wide open.
The police arrived to investigate, noting marks on my door. Someone had been trying to unlock the doorknob every night, but the deadbolt thwarted him. He had attempted to enter through the kitchen window, revealing a more sinister intent than mere theft; he had been observing me as a vulnerable single mother. My landlord denied my request for a security system, leading me to relocate to another state, even if it meant a longer commute. Ultimately, I did what was necessary to ensure my son’s safety.
Fast forward six years post-divorce, I found love again. Though battle-weary, I took a leap of faith, silencing the negative voices in my mind as I chose my son’s stepfather with care. Our family grew with the arrival of a new baby, transforming my little boy into a big brother, teaching me how to savor motherhood. I felt profoundly blessed.
Now, my son is 19 years old. The bond we share is unparalleled. As he bids me a quick farewell and embraces me tightly before moving into his college apartment, I can’t help but smile. I’ve fulfilled my role as his protector. He is safe, and I can finally breathe.
For single mothers out there, I encourage you to believe in your strength and resilience. I believe in you.
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