It's been 85 days since my husband left for Korea. 85 days Braden has been without his Dad. 85 days I've been without my husband. 85 days Brooke has been without his son. 85 days Brooke has been without his wife. 85 days.
A lot has happened in 85 days.
The end of summer. Beginning of fall. A birthday celebration. An anniversary passed. Leaves changed. Weather is cooler. Holidays approaching. Life happens.
Albeit, not an easy path, motherhood keeps you busy. Making the time pass, dare I say, somewhat quickly?
There were days where I honestly didn't know how I would make it to bedtime. Where my body ached so bad, I was numb all over. But you go. You don't stop being a mother, you just go.
And with those tough times, come the moments that remind you how special you are, how important your job is and how well you're doing.
The moments when you cuddle with your son and he says, "Mommy, you make me feel better." Or you cooked breakfast and he says, "Thank you for making me breakfast, Mommy". Or he pats you on the shoulder and says, "My mommy is beautiful."
The days pass quickly between the cuddling, giggling, playing, reading, cooking, bathing, and bedtime. The days pass. One day becomes two days become three days become four. Before you know it, it's 85 days and you only have 29 more to go.
This post is for all the mothers who do it alone... for more than 85 days. By choice or chance, being a single mother is not easy.