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In my last blog, I shared the story of Goddess Parvati, Mother to Lord Ganesha, who boldly stood against her husband to seek justice for her child. However, not every mother may find the strength to stand firm and protect her children in the ways they are needed. Sometimes, it is the fathers who step up as the true heroes of the family.
In the past, I have crossed paths with a mother who’s brokenness was apparent in every interaction we had. On the surface, she portrayed herself as a bold, strong boss lady, but beneath the facade was a lost woman who was seeking validation and attention. She gave me the sense of someone who wasn’t truly ready to be a mother, but did it because it was another item to check off the list—much like getting married had been for her.
She openly admitted she was in a marriage with an asexual person and even compared her relationship to that of siblings. I was shocked when she made this comment at my kids' birthday party, realizing then that she was in a troubling mental space. What I didn’t anticipate was what would happen next.
Her lack of accountability and brokenness seeped into my family life. Every time she was around, I felt an uneasiness. Her jokes were often demeaning, and her energy was something I absolutely could not tolerate. As someone deeply attuned to the energy of others, hers was one I instinctively wanted to avoid. Her glaring lack of empathy and compassion as a human being was a major red flag. She was far from someone who could ever become my soul sister.
Her jealousy and spiteful nature toward me is ultimately why I am a single mother today. The ones who cause the most harm often don’t even realize it; their guilt is disguised in overly fake gestures. While she continues to live her life behind a facade, I stand proud, living mine authentically.
If you pay attention to the people around you, a lot can be revealed about their character. She was controlling and manipulative, with no hint of gentleness in her presence. Her spouse, on the other hand, was a gem of a person—kind, genuine, and gentle.
It makes you wonder: Why does God pair such ugly souls with the kind-hearted ones? Is it to teach the kind ones how to become a**holes, or is he hoping the a**holes will change for the better? I guess that’s something I may never truly understand or perhaps a deeper spiritual enlightenment is yet to be discovered.
I want to take a moment to honor the fathers who step up when mothers need the love and support they long for. In my circle of friends, I’ve noticed how many fathers are the true heroes of their families. They’re not only well in tuned with their masculine side but also embrace their feminine energy, allowing them to carry the emotional and practical burdens when their wives are unable to. They adjust their priorities to support their families wholeheartedly. While I didn’t have that kind of support, I pray my daughters have a different, more nurturing experience in their own lives.
My kids often talk about how important their careers will be to them, while also expressing the desire to have children. They ask how difficult it would be to balance both without the support they need. I can’t blame them for feeling conflicted—after all, they've seen their own mother juggle everything on her own.
But, I always remind them of the fathers who do step up, the ones who wholeheartedly embrace both roles. I reassure them that one day, they too will find that kind of support, but they will have to seek an emotionally intelligent and mature partner.
In reflecting on my past, I did blame myself for allowing a certain said person taking advantage of me and taking me for granted. Standing up for myself often came with a wave of harsh, belittling comments like, “I make more money than you,” “What do you even do all day?” or “That is your job as a stay-at-home mom.”
These words struck deep, making me feel unworthy. The constant comparisons to others left me questioning my own value, as if my existence didn’t truly matter. Ultimately, I had to understand the “why” behind the letting them bully me.
My deepest sense of value and self-belief has come from being a single mom. I proudly stand tall, expressing all my emotions without fear of judgment. When I struggle, I no longer hesitate to seek help, and I’m not afraid to ask for it. If I need to sit with my deepest fears, I do so and face them head-on.
Like everyone, I go through the highs and lows life brings, but now I’m surrounded by the kindest, most generous souls who offer support and solutions to my worries. This journey has taught me the power of vulnerability and the strength in leaning on others when needed.
I am blessed with brothers who have stepped in as father figures to my daughters and me, surrounded by the strongest women who have become soul sisters, and honored to be an aunt to children who find joy in my jokes and love in my energy.
I am truly grateful and beyond blessed.
Because life is simply beautiful and to be lived without any fear.
My hope is to inspire you. My purpose is to pay it forward with my wisdom and lessons. If you feel lost, alone, drained and need guidance, I’m here to help and heal.
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