Author: Mia Monroe | www.formomslike.me
Heal, Survive
When a sad song comes on the radio, and the words seem to speak to your soul, do you quickly turn it off? Or do you turn it up, listen closely, and let the tears fall? For me, the song is ‘Say Something’, sung by A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera. The first time I heard it, I had to …
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Survive
For single moms who have already been hurt a time or two, the idea of dating again can be scary. It’s not a decision to be taken lightly, and there are many things to consider. This is a HUGE life-changer, and one that could have very bad consequences for you and your kids if you don’t choose wisely.
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Explore, Survive
As a single mom, it can be scary to think about dating or getting remarried. What if things don’t work out again? What if my kids get hurt again? For me, the question about dating came up after I’d been a widow for about a year.
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Heal, Survive
An older gentleman, a friend of the family, leaned down and patted my ten-year-old son on the shoulder. ‘It’s up to you to take care of your mother now,’ he said. My son and I looked at each other- I shook my head slightly and gave him a little smile.
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Survive
Yesterday, as I watered my flowers, I looked at my pecan tree and thought about wrapping my arms around it, squeezing it tightly, and giving it a huge bear hug. Knowing that might look strange to my neighbors, I did not give in to that urge.
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Explore, Survive
My son and I spend a lot of time riding in the car. Both of us, introverts to the core, can literally ride an entire 70 mile trip to work without saying two words to each other. I’ve been having some mom-guilt feelings about this because, ideally, I could be using this time to get to know him
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Heal, Survive
After my husband died, one of my best friends gave me a pair of Wonder Woman pajama pants. They were meant to be symbolic: it was time to put on my Wonder Woman pants and get the job done.
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Create, Heal, Survive
Shortly after my husband passed away, I could tell that our son was using distraction to cope with his grief. If he saw me crying or felt sadness at a memory of his dad, he immediately would turn his attention to his video game and focus completely on what was happening. He didn’t want to talk about his dad, or ask questions.
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Heal
“Hi’dy, Hi’dy!” she’d call out as she came through the front door. We kids knew what that signal meant: Grandma was visiting! And we all came running to see what goodies she brought: Kudos, candy bars, Cheetos, or better yet, homemade cakes and cookies.
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