The uncertainty of daily life as a single mom is when it feels the heaviest.

As moms, we’re usually the first ones to make sacrifices for our children. Majority of the time, when the babies get sick, Momma becomes the nurse too.

This week, my youngest caught a stomach bug that eventually spread to me and my oldest daughter.

And honey…

We were all down bad.

I remember sitting there looking at my babies feeling miserable while also feeling sick myself, and it suddenly hit me:

I’m having to do this alone.

Now granted, there were people who offered to help, and I’m beyond grateful for that because not everyone has support.

But I didn’t want the sickness spreading further, and honestly, I also knew this was one of those moments I would have to learn how to navigate on my own again.

My babies.
My responsibility.

And in that moment, the guilt, sadness, and frustration all had to take a backseat because my girls needed me.

So I pulled it together for them.

I think one of the hardest parts about single motherhood is carrying the emotional weight of always having to figure things out.

Even when you have a village.

Even when people care.

I’m personally someone who struggles with bringing my problems to others, so most of the time I try to handle things in-house first.

Not because I don’t appreciate help…

But because I know ultimately I still have to learn how to navigate life and motherhood when things get hard.

Now that everyone is feeling better again and I can hear my girls laughing and playing together, I feel content.

And honestly?

It made me realize something.

Even in the moments where I feel exhausted, overwhelmed, emotionally drained, or uncertain…

I still got this.

Not perfectly.
Not gracefully every time.
But by the grace of God, I’m getting through it.

Sometimes I think women forget just how capable we truly are.

Or maybe we simply don’t realize it until life forces us into moments we never imagined we could handle.

And somehow…

We still do.

Those babies are fed.
They’re clothed.
They have a roof over their precious heads.
They are loved deeply.

And whether you’re making that happen while working multiple jobs, relying on your village, doing it completely on your own, or simply surviving day by day…

You are doing it, Momma.

So celebrate the little wins.

Celebrate getting everyone through the day.
Celebrate making dinner.
Celebrate surviving the hard weeks.
Celebrate continuing to show up even when you feel exhausted.

Take time for yourself too.

Read a book.
Take a bath.
Go for a walk.
Work out.
Buy yourself something nice.
Sit in silence and breathe.
Pray.
Talk to the Lord.

Because all those little moments of caring for yourself matter too.

And one day, your children will grow up and benefit from all the love, sacrifice, strength, and resilience you poured into them.

And honey…

You helped build that.

With love,
Momma Riah 💜