Inspirational Single Moms



Our first customer nomination – and great inspirational story comes from Khadijah




Our second inspirational story about single moms who are also dads is called Donuts for Dads




The next great mom is highlighted in our story of Single Mother Armor






Meet Khadijah

What is special about your mom?


My is special because she raised me and my sister and brothers as a single parent alone. My mom had spent so much time with me and my other siblings. When were little kids my mom also participated in various school events and PTA meetings with me and my other siblings. My mom is special because she raised me and my siblings on very little money. My mom is an unsung hero of her times.




Taylor’s Story


I didn’t really notice it when I was young. It didn’t really see it until the second grade, it was “Donuts for Dad Day” and I was the only one without my dad there. I began to question myself.

It wasn’t until later in life when I realized what I had (and didn’t have) made me so special. My mom was not only my mother, but a father and a best friend too. Not many other kids could say that.

Growing up was difficult at times. Money was tight and the fridge wasn’t always chock-full. I didn’t get brand names clothes or spoiled with inanimate objects. Instead of getting toys and other things, I was so loved by my mom. My mom was always, and still is, there for me. When times were rough, we would sit together and wait for the hard times to pass. We shared good times and bad times.

My mom never let me down.

She was the one who held me when I cried and praised me when I did well. She was, and still is, my everything. My mom showed me how to stick up for what I believed in and she showed me how to be a fighter when things got tough. She taught me respect and loyalty. When other kids’ fathers taught them how to ride bikes and throw a ball, my mom was the one there teaching me. I thought that without a dad, I would be an outcast and I would not know how to do the things that kids with dads’ could. Now I see how amazingly lucky I am.

I’m blessed to have a mother that loves me and always will-unconditionally.

Submitted by Taylor C., Lakewood Colorado



The Armor of a Single Mother


My mom has been a single mother as far back as memory serves me. With the divorce of my parents when I was a mere four years old, Mom has since worn the dual duty armor of both mother and father in our house. While she guided me through the delicate procedure of polishing my fingernails-


“Momma, momma, can you paint my fingernails?”


”Polish, honey. You paint the side of a barn; you polish fingernails.”– she also taught me how to install a phone jack in the wall. ‘Be a lady who can do for herself’ was her motto.


Mom was always branching out from her role as the traditional woman of the house and venturing into what most would deem “man’s territory.” One could often find her sitting on the back porch, alternating between reading pages out of the latest Cosmopolitan magazine and studying the manuals she had recently received on “How to Drive an 18-Wheeler.” Granted, she was never actually been behind the wheel of a big rig; nonetheless, she would sweep the “Mechanics of 18-Wheelers”category on Jeopardy. She took great pleasure in driving my oldest brother’s 1977 Mustang Cobra II around town and` later adopted the car as her own. As other kids at school were pulling up in their wood-paneled station wagons, imagine how cool my mom was in her sporty little Mustang. Mom was determined not to fit into a set stereotype and taught us each to be the person we wanted to be.


Of course, being both mother and father of the house was not always a cakewalk as Mom not only played the role of nurturer and teacher but also the disciplinarian and moneymaker. You never heard the warning “Wait ‘till your father gets home.” Nope, it was instant punishment in my house. The upside of this tactic was that I rarely if ever got into any trouble. My mom still brags on what a great kid I was. While money was tight, it was never anything to get us down. I remember Mom once cashing in a large butter urn full of coins and treating us to the fair where we rode all the rides two and three times each. She always found a way to make things happen.


Many people lament over children growing up in single parent homes; we have missed out on fundamental two parent family values. I have never felt this way. Mom wore her armor with such skill I never noticed the lack of a father in the house. Moreover, I consider myself a well-rounded person who can think and do for herself, all traits I observed in my mom. While I may not always have perfectly polished nails, I have successfully installed two phone jacks thus far in my lifetime. Thank you, Mom!


Dreama White