single mama-ology

Single. Mother.

It's not a dirty word. It doesn't mean I was some floozy who got knocked up and I don't know who the father of my child is. It doesn't mean I'm a bad person for not sticking it out with the father for my child's sake. It doesn't mean I don't love my child, or his father. So stop with your dirty looks, and stop judging me.

It's 2012, people. Aren't we supposed to be accepting and open minded to others that are different from us? Congratulations, you had a baby and your relationship worked out. Would you like a trophy? I promise you my child is just as pretty and precious as yours, and will be just as smart. But the one thing my child will have over you, will be the ability to not judge someone for being different from them. He will grow up with two parents who love him dearly, so I'm not sure what you're complaining about.

Please act your age, and don't make judgements about Langston, his father, or myself.

Good parents aren't defined by whether they're together or not. 

Thank you very much, not really. Bye.

Note: This is obviously not directed towards every woman who has a baby and stayed with the father, just those select few who think they're better than me for it.

Racism isn't born, folks, it's taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list. -Denis Leary