NYC single mommy; Three time Columbia University Alumna (BA in Psychology; MA and EdM in Psychological Counseling); Educator and Adjunct Professor by day, Freelance Writer/Lifestyle Blogger by night; Stylista at heart; Kids fashion is my thing. My life is filled with all things pink (and purple), except for the one bit of blue -- my rambunctious 7-year-old son; Perfect combo of sweet, chic, edgy, and badass. Small gal with big dreams and determined to #walkbyfaith
Today is "100 Days of School," a celebrated day at school where each student has to bring in some sort of art project that displays "100." For those of you who don't know, it's kind of a big deal. Being the type-A that I am, I was pretty set on creating a masterpiece with Aiden for today. But my ideas were much bigger than my abilities. Aiden and I attempted to do not one, but two "100 Days of School" projects before I decided to go the "easy route." I was stressing myself out. I was stressing Aiden out. It was past his bedtime. He was getting cranky. I was getting cranky. Totally not worth it. So what'd I do instead? Aiden and I counted out 100 honey nut Cheerios and glued them on construction paper to form the number 100. Not exactly a masterpiece, but hey...
You know what? It worked. His teachers were happy with the project. But more importantly, HE was happy with it and beamed with pride. And that made me happy as well.
I'm not the creative/artsy type. Not in the this-art-project-is-going-to-be-so-dope type of way anyway. But I'm good at other things. When it's time to read a story to Aiden's class, I'll jump all over that. Or when it's time to help out for a celebration or parade or another big event, you bet I'll be there. But art projects? Umm, not so much.
And you know what? That's okay. Because other great things happen when I embrace who I am. And it's some kind of wonderful...
A few weeks ago, Aiden had kindergarten interviews for private school next fall (stayed tuned for a detailed post regarding my thoughts on that experience). It wasn't until I was right in the thick of a school tour/interview process, surrounded by couples -- married couples -- that I realized just how far I've come as a single mother. Almost two years ago, I was reluctant to leave a toxic relationship with Aiden's other parent because I was nervous/anxious/confused/unsure/and down right scared of being a single mother. I wasn't sure how others would judge me. I wasn't sure how Aiden would judge our situation. I questioned whether I was actually enough for Aiden, and whether I was cut out for single motherhood. But... I took it one day at a time.
For better or worse, I learned how to embrace who I was/am. And you know what? It's been some kind of wonderful. Aiden and I are happy and healthy and we have a pretty lovely life. When I can sit in a group interview surrounded by other older, married couples who are advocating for their child, and not feel intimidated, but advocate for my child just as passionately and eloquently in a poised and put-together manner... Yeah, that's some kind of wonderful.
Embrace who you are. Wear it well. And rock the life out of it. Because when you do, great things will happen. And it'll be some kind of wonderful.