In the wake of my divorce, I was filled with eagerness and optimism about dating. I envisioned myself finding a new partner, perhaps even remarrying, and effortlessly creating a blended family. As a hopeless romantic, I thought it would be easy to transition into this new chapter of life. However, reality has proven to be quite different. Seven years later, I find myself single, no longer excited about dating, and completely uninterested in merging my family with anyone else.
I have become fiercely protective of my little tribe—Lucy, Jake, and myself. I cherish our chaotic yet comforting home, where a little messiness is part of our charm. I treasure the playful banter and the way we argue only to reconcile a dozen times in a day. I love our spontaneous science experiments crafted from whatever we can scavenge from the kitchen. Our routines and traditions have become our sanctuary, and after a long journey, I want to savor every moment of this time together, one precious second at a time.
I did venture into a serious relationship once. The process of introducing my boyfriend to my children was emotionally taxing. My eldest, Lucy, struggled to accept this new presence in our lives, and it tore at my heart. She felt torn between wanting me to be happy and her loyalty to her father. “He’s a stranger to me, Mom. Why does he have to be around during the holidays? He’s not family,” she would say, and I felt her pain deeply.
I also felt sympathy for my boyfriend, who tried his best but faced rejection from my daughter. He brought gifts, which Lucy interpreted as attempts at bribery, and wanted to plan weekend getaways that I couldn’t commit to. He was patient and reassuring, convinced that with time, we would all become one big happy family.
Eventually, I began to feel sad for myself, caught in a dilemma of love. I realized I could only choose one person to prioritize—my daughter or my boyfriend—and my heart always led me to choose Lucy. I often found myself pretending to be like those other moms who seamlessly blended families, while I was struggling with the complexity of my situation.
The truth is, I wasn’t ready for that blend. I was rushing things, ignoring my inner voice that told me to slow down. I needed time to rediscover myself, to embrace my identity as a single mother. I wanted to paint my own canvas, and in doing so, I discovered how much I love being a single mom. I cherish the moments of cuddling in bed, our family movie marathons, and the birthday parties we still share with their dad.
With Valentine’s Day approaching, I admit I crave flowers, chocolates, and a romantic dinner. I want companionship, but the thought of blending our family right now feels overwhelming. It has taken years for me to figure out my new identity and to become a confident single mother. I want to relish this phase of life a while longer.
I trust that when the time is right, the right person will come into my life, and it will feel natural. Until then, I’ll continue to enjoy my time with my kids, sharing cuddles and creating memories together.
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In summary, I’ve learned that my journey as a single mother is one I want to fully embrace, not rush through. The love I have for my children and the life we’ve built together is enough for now.