Table for three, please.

Table for three, please. Yes, three. Me, my son and my daughter. I firmly believe everything happens for a reason and though I'd like the nice even number of four, that's not the way it is. Funny how it's set in our minds that the fairy tale ending is what we strive for but how many actually achieve it? And to those who do, congrats, that's awesome. Never did I imagine I'd be a single mom but I am and you know what, it's hard. But it's definitely made me a stronger woman. And I can confidently say, 100% without a doubt that I'm a woman. I have my childish moments but who doesn't? A 30-something year old woman with a sassy 2 year old daughter and wild 3 year old son who is a spitting image of his dad.

I know I'm not the only one out there who's gone through this so I'm not going to act like I deserve a pat on the back because I don't. Countless women have raised children on their own and have done an amazing job. Through Facebook, I've been able to reconnect with my high school classmates and I've listened to their stories on the struggles of being a single parent. And the funny thing is I knew these ladies but didn't know much other than their names. And they are beautiful, strong women who live for their children BUT make time for themselves too. They inspire me and remind me that everything will be okay.

So, there it is. I'm happy to reserve a table for three. Micael, Layla and me.