Control over the remote after the kids are in bed.

The toilet seat’s always down.

Having one less human to nurture.

Control over the music in the car.

But my real answer is:

Snuggle time. The three of us, on my bed, knowing there’s no one else we’d rather be with.

I love being a single momma because my kids inspire me to do better and be better. There is no giving up. I cannot teach my kids to keep going if I am not going to do the same thing.

I love being a single momma because my son (even with the absence of a regular male role model) is a little ladies man. He is sweet and considerate and tells me that I look really pretty or I smell good. He tells me that he loves my face and he loves my smell.

I love being a single momma because I am less judgemental and more tolerant. How can I judge or criticize another single parent because of how they chose to handle their situation? How can I expect every single parent to be strong, smart, put-together and having all the answers?