#SingleParentLife

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Being a single mother and co-parenting with your child’s father presents its own unique set of challenges. Single parents have to consider things coupled parents do not. Like, “Which parent will my child spend Christmas with?” Or, “Can I increase child support due to inflation?” But nothing prepared me for what happened the other day…

So my daughter’s father lives a few hours away. When he wants to spend time with her, he drives to my house to pick her up. My daughter is a clever piece of pie. She knows that when the doorbell rings, it’s time to visit Daddy.

Baby Daddy had just dropped my daughter off with me and would be picking her up the next week. She and I were watching TV together that evening. It was getting close to dinner time, so I went into the kitchen to get my baby and I something to eat.

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20 Must Study Bible Study Topics

 

20 Must Study Bible Study Topics

Last year, I took Joyce Meyer’s #3030challenge. I studied the Bible daily for 30 minutes then posted what I learned. I’d like to go back and share some of the topics that were particularly eye-opening. I hope you find them helpful!

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The Baby Mama of Noble Character

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Christian women love comparing themselves to Proverbs 31. I think I would, too. Except Mrs. Proverbs 31 is a wife and I’m not. I’m a single mother. Some days it hurts knowing that I don’t have the perfect family. After all, no little girl says, “I wanna be a baby mama when I grow up.” But I do try to live a life as close to the Bible as possible.

Not just for me, but for my Nugget. I can’t raise her to love the Word if I’m living like a heathen. So I take the Bible and incorporate it into my life as best I can. Hoping that somewhere along the way my daughter will see the importance of following Christ. If I fail in every other area, at least she’ll have Jesus- which is really all she needs. Until then…

The Baby Mama of Noble Character
Based on Proverbs 31:10-31

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2 Ps of Parenting

There are two schools of thought when it comes to motherhood. We can choose to either be the b*tch or the best friend. I aim to be an appropriate combination of the two. I want to be firm, but fair- and a little fun. Like Albus Dumbledore. Unfortunately, I’m more McGonagall.

This gets magnified when my baby and I are around her grandparents or great grandparents.

So me and my daughter’s family were all at a restaurant last night.

Me, being firm but fair and a little fun: Here’s the kid’s menu and two crayons. Want to color Mommy a picture? 😀

My Daughter: Yeah! *Colors*

Then she drops one of the two crayons. Me, not wanting to deny my belly fruit the luxury of two crayons, bends over and picks up the crayon and hands it to her.

Me: Here you go, you cute little piece of pie. 🙂

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No Inspiration Here, Just Ordinary.

Last week my summer classes started. I’m on the final stretch of my business degree. I’ll tell you what. Life never goes as we want it to. Does it?

I pictured by now that I’d have my degree in finance. Be working my way up some corporate ladder and making boocoo money.

Certainly didn’t plan on having a kid.

But I can’t complain.

The Lord has been good to me and my adorable illegitimate baby. And I do say, “illegitimate,” as a term of endearment. Sometimes I call her my little Nugget. Or little Stinker. She got so many nicknames.

Anyway, back to God’s goodness. And He is good.

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Love, Lace, and Lock-Ins

I never expected to outgrow the shame and insecurity developed during my tween and teen years. A shame that had latched on to me like an insatiable tick- sucking any ounce of self-assurance that dared to manifest.

The only happy childhood memories I have are of pageants. My mother dressing me up in bows and lace. And memories of her taking me to Church. Especially when she permitted to sleep over at the youth lock-ins.

Soon after that, though, things weren’t so good.

I don’t want to bore you with a tired ol’ tale of growing up in poverty. Residing in a singlewide, being fed on food stamps, playing with donated toys, and wondering why my mother couldn’t do any better than 2 minimum wage jobs.

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