SINGLE PARENTING SUCKS. Yeah, I Said It!

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Listen, being a single parent SUCKS sometimes and anyone who tells you differently is a damn liar! There, I said it! ::hides under desk [just kidding. what desk?😂]:: Now that I’ve got that little bit out the way, please allow me to elaborate before you cyber-stone me. Haha.

The operative word in the ranty sentence is sometimes. Parenting is many things and in addition to being occasional suckiness, it’s also rewarding, loving, funny, fun, exciting, and scary. We’re human and that means we have human experiences, so why wouldn’t parenting reflect that logic? It’s never all rainbows and sunshine in life and one shouldn’t expect any role or experience to be either.

And yet, somehow I imagined that it would be smooth as a baby’s bottom. I truly don’t know how I could have been so silly as to think that, but I guess what they say is true in that you never really know until you walk a day in another pair of shoes (I paraphrased, haha). I imagined that I’d be one of those idyllic moms who bakes, sews Halloween costumes, and is head of the PTA.

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HA! While there are many such mothers out there, I certainly am not one of them! Yes, in one way or another, I’ve done all of those things or something related to it, but I’m no Betty Homemaker. Life turned out to be much different than my young and excited musings. When I had my daughter, I was going through a long, scary, painful divorce; I worked full-time; and I was in my early 20s.

I never imagined I’d be going at it alone (I use alone in reference to being a single parent. it took a village with this Kiddo) and yet there I was faced with it. So, that meant more pressure on one person rather than two. Of course the bond with my child suffered because I simply didn’t have the luxury of being as present as I would like to have been.

Any single parent out there reading this knows exactly what I’m talking about. It’s the missed school performances to the late after-school pickups to the rushed dinner/homework time. It sucks. That’s the part that really and truly makes parenting so tough, in my opinion. Knowing that you should be present, and WANTING to be, but having to choose not to.

I can’t tell you how many times I chose work over presence. And to be clear, I believe it is a choice between going to work or staying with your kid. It’s not a choice we actively want to make, but it’s one we have made nonetheless. So, I chose to go to work because I knew if I didn’t go, things would likely decline rather than improve. To avoid that, I had to lean heavily on my parents to help me raise her.

It also meant knowing I may not be able to be as close to her as I should be without really working hard to strengthen our bond. Finally now, ten years later, I’m able to really put in the work to do that. The past several months have been focused on my parenting behaviors and I’m seeing the differences in a very rewarding way!

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That last line deserved a dancing gif. 😁

For all those parents out there who feel like they suck and that they made a thousand mistakes, I say this to you: yeah, you probably did fuck up, BUT you can always fix it! That may mean a different type of relationship, but it doesn’t have to be any less valuable. For me, I knew I needed more time to be the best mom I could. I needed time to get my own head right so I could start being who she needs me to be.

So, I quit my job. Not only was it a racist, shithole of a place (good pay though, haha), but I was absolutely miserable there. One day I came home, and The Kiddo said, “Mom, you’re like a zombie.” I quit that fucking place shortly after she said that and I’ve never looked back. Hearing my kid tell me how much of myself was missing, meant one thing to me: she was missing out, too.

Thankfully, I was in a position where I could do that. I know quitting isn’t an option everyone has. Lord knows it has NOT been easy by any stretch of the imagination, BUT I needed to do what I thought was best for my situation. MANY great things have spawned from that decision that otherwise would never have happened. One of those things is that my daughter is closer to me than ever before.

I can attend almost all of her performances; go to parent-teacher conferences without rushing or doing it over the phone; I can even volunteer for events. Now, I’m DEFINITELY still not that perfect mom. I still work, but only part-time and now I have entrepreneurial projects I work on; however, I can pick her up from school myself right when the bell rings. She can eat dinner without rushing and we can work on her homework without either of us wanting to scream. Lol!

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Those seemingly insignificant things that many people might take for granted are huge to us. My work schedule never allowed for much of that availability before. This newfound freedom to experience her childhood in a very present way is such a major reward. I’m definitely basking in the glow of appreciation right now. 🙏🏽

Lately, I’ve been trying to work on her confidence and our communication, so we started a mother-daughter blog. We write a recap of our days and focus on our interactions throughout the day. While it’s a private blog, it is multi-functional. It helps develop her own writing skills (uh, mom is a writer, OF COURSE she needs to be excellent at that); it encourages her to be mindful (she has to be very descriptive); and it allows both of us to be open with each other; and it teaches her about blogging. WIN!
So, in closing, yes, parenting can be Sucky McTastic, BUT, it’s also all the good things in the world. Don’t beat yourself up for acknowledging the shitty aspects; just find a way to make them more fun and less shitty.
Til next time, my friend.
Hardy Har
The Pursuit of Higher Self
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Hey, ASSHOLE, Thanks a Bunch!

Hey guys! So, this is going to be a little different from my usual stuff. I need to vent a bit. Here goes:

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Yesterday, someone who is very loosely acquainted with my boyfriend, and even less acquainted with me, took it upon himself to tell my boyfriend that I am not good enough for him. Yeah, you read that right −a virtual stranger fixed his mouth (or fingers to type, in this case) to tell Dean some craziness like that!

This man went on to give all these “reasons” why I am not on Dean’s level and should be left behind because, and here’s the best part, I’m holding him back! Well, I’m sure you can guess that I didn’t much appreciate that, but before I get into all the reasons why this guy is way off base, let me give you a little background.

Dean and I are REALLY dedicated to and involved with personal growth. We pretty much eat, breathe, and sleep it all day, everyday. We’re always finding ways to stay connected to that passion for progression so we, yes WE, created a FB group dedicated to personal growth. We’ve been painstakingly selective with the members added because we wanted to make sure it was a good environment for people at all different levels of personal growth.

It’s been a really good thing so far and several people have gotten a lot of value out of being able to converse and network with like-minded individuals. Yesterday, I posted in the group that I was happy to announce that I now have an accountability partner who happens to be close to Dean and is in our group. I was really happy to share that because I’m not someone who pretends to have my shit together. I KNOW I don’t and I’m not ashamed to admit I could use any and all support.

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Well, little did I know, that would trigger Mr. Asshole to decide he needed to save “Dean’s life” from his wretched girlfriend. Haha. Well, please allow me to enlighten you all (and the asshole) on just how awful I really am. For Dean’s business, I am the one who wrote all the copy, from top to bottom, on his wonderful bottles for his product. Me. I wrote it in about 6 minutes because I am just AWESOME like that.

In addition to that, many of the ideas he is now using or was inspired by were mine. I was and am happy to share my intellect with him because at the end of the day, that’s my boo. His success means a great deal to me, just as mine means the same to him. It’s called fucking teamwork, yo. Heard of it, Mr. Asshole?

I don’t need to have it all figured out and neither does Dean. Hell, WHO does have it all figured out? I want to find that person because from where I’m sitting, I don’t see perfection anywhere. I admit that we are all at different levels in this game called Life, but I don’t ever think that I am BETTER (or less, for that matter) than anyone else. Where’s the value in that?

What can be gained from seeing yourself in an elevated position so long as you can look down upon others? That’s not what growth is about, people. If you’re still doing things like that, then guess what? YOU have some growing still to do. There is ALWAYS something to be learned from someone who has different struggles than your own.

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Be the hand to help, not the one to hinder.

 

It’s important for me to live in my truth. I try to do that every single day and I am BRUTALLY honest with myself. I don’t need to look at someone else and point out their shortcomings; I have my own to work on. I no longer look outside of myself to criticize. There are plenty of areas of opportunity right in my mirror and I welcome the challenge every single day.

To all the people who are struggling with their issues, their trauma, their depression, their rage, their fear, their conflict, and their strife, this post is dedicated to YOU! You, the reader living with these unbearable things and still choosing to continue the good fight. Please don’t let one asshole, or 20, deter you from your path of personal growth.

Allow it to feed that fire of progressiveness that burns inside you. Encourage your friends and family who may also be struggling by continuously shining brightly and bravely. Please believe me when I tell you that you are worthy of self-love and self-admiration and as soon as you start to believe that, other people will see it and be inspired by you.

I believe in you and I know you can continue on even when the pain feels like it’s burying you. Please know that it isn’t unless you allow it. You hold all the power to your destiny and no one can take that from you. Don’t let some random stranger derail you. Know your own damn worth and fight back in a positive way. There’s nothing that says FUCK YOU louder than the boisterous sound of SUCCESS and OVERCOMING!

And when all else fails, light up a blunt and start again tomorrow. You got this.

Til next time, friends.

Hardy Har

The Pursuit of Higher Self