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Livin' That #SingleMomLife - Out on Your Own

A Journey With an Edge to It

By Rheana RoosePublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Me and My Son, Early 2016

Motherhood: the most fulfilling, though challenging, job a woman could ever dream of having. A dream that also takes a lot of grace.

This was my dream, a dream that came true at a very young age. I have now have two little mini-me's running around, ages 2 and 3. Guys, I cannot stress this enough, it is like having twins at times. They fight, they scream, they get into things they shouldn't, and sometimes, they decide to stay up until all hours of the night. Then we have those moments where they play with each other. They talk back and forth (about God only knows what sometimes) and make each other crack up over the stupidest things. The smallest things make these babies happy. I pray every day that they NEVER let the ugliness of the world change that. They are my life and I would never change it for the world.

However, I am a single mother. It is so scary being a single mom at times. The fear of the unknown is often paralyzing. Making big choices, life-changing choices, is a gamble many times when kids are involved and you're on your own.

This year, I made one of the biggest decisions in my life: Moving out of my parents.

I moved out of my parents, into the world all by myself with my kids, for the first time in July of 2017. It was exciting, yet terrifying all at once. One minute, I am thinking to myself "YES, PRAISE THE LORD, FREEDOM" and then the next I think "Oh my gosh, what was I thinking?!" Those first few nights after moving out, I sat in the hallway of my little two bedroom/ one bath apartment and just bawled. I was wanting to give up. The kids were overwhelmed, constantly asking for Nana B and Grandpa (my parents that I lived with). That was so heart-wrenching because I had also really missed my parents and the company. It was very up and down for me in the beginning. I kept on questioning whether or not I had made a good decision of moving out. I was bitter for a while because I felt I had made a stupid choice. But then, I began to slowly adjust to it. I would have friends over or my grandmother would stay with me for a day or two. Eventually, I was to the point where I knew I had made a good choice and my kids were adjusting well.

After that first month of being on my own, things got better. I was happier. The kids were happier. The apartment was decorated. Everything was finally falling into a state of perfection. It was beginning to finally feel like home. That is all I wanted.

Now, here I am. Happy as can be, healthy (aside from the constant cold lately), and extremely blessed. I can pay my bills. I have a steady job. And I have the most wonderful friends and family who have been there to support me the whole way. This life, this journey I started at the ripe young age of 19, has turned into something so beautiful. It started out very ugly, yes. But even with as much as I wanted to give up MULTIPLE times, I never did. I knew everything would start to look up. So, here I am, four years later, STILL CHUGGING. It is scary at first, but soon you realize how much courage it has taken you to get to this point in life. You realize just how lucky you are. It is a never-ending journey of grace, love, and bravery.

"For it was by Grace that brought me here, and so it will be by Grace that I carry on."
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Rheana Roose

Hi! I am a 23 year old single mom of 2. I am much of an empath, so my writing is motivational and I love to share my different stories with people, hoping to change someone's life!

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