I’ve never been very good at being single. From the time I was a teenager I was convinced that my life was just not complete unless I had a boyfriend by my side. Luckily I’ve grown out of that and learned to embrace my singlehood, but it has taken time to get here.
After my divorce I wasn’t sure how to be single anymore. I couldn’t remember the last time I was single. It wouldn’t have mattered much anyways, being single with a child is far different than being single without. My life still revolves around my son the way it always has, but when he goes to visit his dad, I finally have a few moments that are mine. At first these times were filled with sorrow. I didn’t know who I was when Logan wasn’t around. My only identity was as “Mommy,” who “Sarah” was I didn’t know. My divorce gave me a chance to find out exactly who I was and what I wanted out of life. It was a time for reinvention and discovery. It gave me a chance to look forward to this time rather than dreading it all week.
I still get lonely every once in a while, but my days are so full that I rarely have time to think about it. I am perfectly content on my own. Being a single mom isn’t easy, but I enjoy having all of the one-on-one time with my son. I can raise him the way I think he should be raised and I even get a few minutes to myself each week that I can spend doing things that make me happy. I had spent so much time doing things for everyone else that I had forgotten to do some things for myself. Now that I’m single I finally have the chance to take care of my needs and it couldn’t feel better.