I got this from a blog I read, A Single Mama’s Life , and thought I would write my own.
I am strong.
I wonder if my children will grow to be strong too.
I hear the silence as they sleep
I see the days go by both quickly and slowly
I want their childhood to be happy.
I am strong.
I pretend I am okay so that my children don’t see the pain.
I feel like I am doing the best job I can for them.
I touch their faces and remember why I wake each day.
I worry that I will fail them.
I ask myself why all these difficult things keep happening.
I am strong.
I understand that love is the greatest gift I can give my kids.
I believe that my children know how much I love them.
I dream that one day I will find true happiness and love.
I trust that I will always find a way to make things work.
I hope that my strength will last.
I am strong.
