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Dear Single Mama!

The Early Years of Figuring It Out!
You got this!  Yes, YOU GOT THIS!  I know you’re wrapping presents solo.  I know you might be feeling guilt because you couldn’t afford all the spoils for your babe(s).  I know you’re possibly pushing through some unhealed traumas, negative balances, uncertainty, exhaustion & being the safe space AKA emotional punching bag for said babes…whom you are also wracking your brain trying to figure out how to give them the world & keep them shielded from the perils of that same world including your ish…What am I saying?  You’re keeping your spinning plates going!  You’ve come so far!  Remember when you didn’t have right in this moment (job, an apartment, safety, a couple of extra dollars, food, new furniture, new friends, new love, school, accomplishments…) YOU have come so far!   YOU have done your very best to keep the fruit of your womb safe & supported. 

So take a moment to honor yourself as you figure out how to make duct tape look cute on that grocery bag because you did not have time to go to the store for gift wrapping supplies;  Take a moment to fall apart and cry & then laugh at yourself because IT IS funny! A good laugh goes a long way…especially after a cry!  Now finish what you’re doing…it doesn’t have to be perfect ( a good lesson for your kid(s)…life isn’t perfect).  


When your kid(s) wake up, you put on a big joyous and proud smile, & start creating all the meaningful lifelong traditions that include YOUR joy as much as your kid(s).  


A quick reminder, you’re not alone.  You are in the company of long line of Mamas who have journeyed on very similar paths & have raised pretty spectacular human beings.



Happy Holidays!


You Got This Mama!! 

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