My name is Melissa and I’m a single parent to a wonderful little boy. I call my son my miracle baby because I had half an ovary removed and a bunch of other problems and was told I may never have children. My son meaner everything to me and I would do anything for him. I decided to go back to school to make a better life for my son and show him that if you put your mind to it, anything is possible no matter what your age is. When I first seen my son on the monitor I know my life would never be the same.
I watched my son grow from a peanut into a baby in my arms and nothing can beat that feeling. Hearing his little heart beat for the first time and knowing that he was safe and healthy is the only thing I could have asked for. I knew there were going to be ups and downs and there was going to be bumps in the way, but nothing prepared me for doing it alone. Going from being Just yourself and single, able to go out and have fun and party all night, to being responsible for someone else. I become someone else’s protector and caregiver and it can be scary perpetually when it’s a surprise.
I could prepare yeses for a lot of things in life but parenthood is something no one could teach me or prepare me for. It’s a day-by-day learning experience. Not only is my child learning new things but so am l. As a single parent I get to be the one who teaches my son how to crawl and walk. I get to teach him right and wrong and how things work. I teach him to talk and learn new words, and how to use manners. As he get older I get to teach him how to ride bikes, ride horses, play sports, swim, hunt and fish. There are some downsides to being a single parent too.
When being a single parent I have to rely on family and friends a little more for help and support. I know without mine I don’t know where my son and I would be. As a single parent I don’t just get to think about what is best for me but now I have to think about what is best for both of us. My choose affects him more than it does me cause he relies on me to make his chooses. As a single parent I don’t get to go out and party or clubbing like other people my age. I don’t get to stay out late cause my late nights have now turned onto bottles and changing diapers and rocking my child to sleep.
As a single parent I have to be the good guy and the bad all at the same time. I have to discipline and punish while also cuddling and chasing monsters away, which can be tricky because at times my son will use that against me and while you’re doing the punishing he is giving me the puppy dog eyes. Being a single parent has its rewards and its hard times, but I wouldn’t give it up for anything on earth. After my son’s father left and I was on my own with a newborn, I never felt more scared in my life.
I had no clue what I was doing or how I was going to make it. Even through all of this my son makes everything possible and everyday worth living. Being a single parent takes education and hard work. At the end of the day when I’m rocking my son or putting him into bed and he hug and kiss me good night and tells me night-night I love you it makes it all worth it. Watching him grow up into the toddler he has become and then to still get to watch him turn into a teen future and I get to do my absolute best to make all his dreams reality.