Parenting Through the Storm as a Single Mother

Come in an sit down, ears open. Let me be honest for a second.
This parenting things is already hard.
But parenting alone? That’s a whole different kind of warfare.

There’s no tag team. No one to pass the baton to when your patience has hit the floor(can y’all tell I ran track? lol. No one to split the grocery bill with or help figure out why the kid is crying when you’ve already fed them, clothed them, prayed over them, and played Baby Shark six times in a row.

It's all on you.

And that weight? It’s heavy. Sometimes too heavy to even put into words.

But here’s the truth I wish someone would've told me earlier: God sees you. God helps you. God parents with you. Yes, even when you had a child out of wedlock!

When you're up late googling how to stretch spaghetti for four nights(fyi, adding beans to your spaghetti is the bomb)
When you're crying on the bathroom floor after your child throws a tantrum in public and some stranger has the nerve to judge you.
When you're celebrating a small win—like your kid finally learning to tie their shoes—and you wish someone was there to high-five you.

You're not invisible.

Psalm 68:5 says God is “a father to the fatherless and a defender of widows.”
That means He doesn’t just fill in the gaps—He becomes the gap-filler. The stretcher of strength. The miracle-working math-maker when your bank account says $12 and the rent says $700. Ask me how I know.

Parenting alone doesn’t mean parenting empty.
You may be solo in the flesh, but sis—you’ve got heaven backing you.

Here's What I've Learned on This Journey:

1. Grace must go before grit.
   You can’t run on survival mode forever. You need to give yourself permission to rest, to reset, and to not be perfect. The laundry can wait. Your peace cannot.

2. Routines save your sanity.
   Even something simple like Taco Tuesday or Saturday morning pancakes gives your child (and your mind) a sense of rhythm. It doesn’t make you controlling; it makes you wise.

3. You’re not a bad mom if you cry.
   You're not weak for needing help. You're human. Even Jesus wept. And He had all the answers.

4. Laugh—hard and often.
   Your child needs to see that joy still lives here. So do you. Make memories, not just meals. Dance in the living room. Eat ice cream for dinner sometimes. Joy is warfare too.

5. Don’t apologize for protecting peace.
   Whether it’s from toxic family, deadbeat energy, or self-imposed guilt—guard your home. Your child is watching how you love yourself. Set the standard now.

I don’t know what your current season looks like. Maybe you're in survival mode. Maybe you're just now coming up for air. Or maybe you're doing okay—but you're tired of pretending you're not.

Wherever you are, I want you to hear this:

You are doing holy work.
Even in the chaos. Even in the uncertainty. Even when you feel like you're getting it all wrong.

You are not “just” a single mom.
You are a warrior, a builder, a nurturer, a teacher, a protector, and a world-changer wrapped into one.

So take a deep breath. Cry if you need to. Then pick your head up and remember: God trusted you to mother that child. And He never calls without covering.

You're not alone. You're graced for this.