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This Isn't Your Burden To Carry


Anyone who knows me knows my son is the most important thing to me. My life literally revolves around him and nothing or anyone will ever come in between that. I take so much pride in being his mother and we’re the perfect team. My son is my life, period! I’m so grateful God chose me to be his mother.

It’s no secret- I’m definitely all about women empowerment. I’m always rooting for the women that people have counted out such as single moms. As a single mother myself, I don’t fit inside the box that society likes to put me in. I’m educated, I have a career, I’m smart, a great mother and an entrepreneur.  It’s very common for me to engage in conversation around motherhood, being single, getting started in your career or starting a new small business. I almost feel like a spokesperson for mothers everywhere. 😊 I do this though because it’s my mission to be very transparent with  people I encounter. I’m very authentic in my way of thinking and the experiences I share with other people about my life. I’m always engaging in conversations surrounding these topics because I want to encourage the next mom.

The flip side to that is, my son is always listening to me. His innocent mind is constantly trying to decode why his mother is always hosting conversations about being single, motherhood and being on a budget. After a conversation with him I realized this stress him out. He worries and feels like he’s the cause of the hardships I encounter. In his world, mom talks about those things because she’s sad that she has to take care of him by herself. When he uttered those words I literally wanted to curl up in a ball and die. I felt like my entire world was being crushed by untruthful words hitting me like a ton of bricks. He worries about me because I’m alone, he wishes I had more help, and he feels
responsible for everything. Baby boy this isn't your burden to carry. In fact, you're so many things to me and a burden isn't one of them!

From there, we had the longest conversation about life and what it means for someone to be an advocate for a particular cause or group of people. We talked about how our personal experiences in life shape our ideas and what we stand for. I reminded him that becoming his mother was the best thing that ever happened to me and how I enjoy caring for him. I told him in a very stern voice that his only job was to be a happy child and how it wasn’t his job to take on my feelings or what he thought I felt. What better way to end a busy Wednesday night than with conversations about life that leave you both in tears? Peace honeybees!

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