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To the Single Mum Between Milk and Magic

To the Single Mum Between Milk and Magic

Single Mums Juggling Everyday Life
Single Mums Juggling Everyday Life

There’s a woman I know. I won’t tell you her name. She wouldn’t want the spotlight—she’d hand it to her kid and step back into the wings with a smile that says, this is how I like it. She is the person I think of whenever someone says “single mum” like it’s a footnote, or a warning label, or—worse—“baggage.” She is none of those things. She is a full-blooded human being carrying a universe on one shoulder and the shopping on the other.

Most days start before sunrise. There’s a quiet half-minute where the house is still and she could, technically, choose herself. Then a small voice calls, or an alarm chirps, or a lunchbox reminds her it exists, and—just like that—the day belongs to everyone else first. School notes, lost socks, a quick pep talk over cereal, the Houdini act of being in two places at once. She moves with that calm competence only mothers and ER nurses seem to have. It looks effortless. It never is.

Dreams don’t die when you become a single mum; they just get rescheduled. She has ambitions—real ones. A course she wants to finish. A business idea with legs. A piece of writing that could knock the dust off some hearts. But time, that slippery creature, escapes through a hundred hairline cracks. There’s the commute, the extra shift, the late-night email, the weekend that becomes laundry and life admin. People say, “make time for yourself,” as if it can be printed like money. She smiles and says, “I’m trying.” And she is.

What gets cut first are the soul-nourishing things. A long walk by the river. A class. A coffee with a friend who remembers her before life got so loud. Reading something that isn’t a school app notification. Sleep. Lots of sleep. Her calendar knows all the medical appointments; it doesn’t know how much she misses dancing in the kitchen to a song that only she loves. She is not a martyr—she’s just honest about the maths. When the equation is care, rent, homework, and hope, the term that looks like “her” is the one that slides off the page.

And then there’s the social life: the invitations she declines because the babysitter fell through; the nights she does say yes and spends the first hour checking her phone just in case. Friends mean well. They offer to help. Some actually do—those are the keepers. Most simply don’t see how much planning it takes to do something as small as “drop by.” She is gracious about it. She gives them the benefit of the doubt. Kindness is her north star; she sails by it even when the weather is rough.

Dating? That’s a whole other map with most of the landmarks mislabelled. She has met men who treat “single mum” like a headline about someone else’s disaster. They bring clipboards to coffee. They audit the calendar. They say the quiet part out loud: baggage. What they don’t understand is that a woman who holds firm for her child has already proven she can show up. She knows the value of loyalty and routine, the weight of a promise, the difference between fireworks and warmth. She isn’t looking for rescue; she’s allergic to cages. She wants a life built, brick by careful brick, with someone who understands that love is not a performance—it’s a practice.

To anyone tempted to reduce her to a trope, try this instead: picture the thousand quiet competencies that keep a small human fed, clothed, loved, and brave. Hear the steadiness in her “no,” the generosity in her “yes,” the way she softens when her kid is proud. Notice how she guards her boundaries not because she’s hard but because she’s learned the cost of letting the wrong people rearrange her peace. She is not baggage. She is ballast—what keeps a life from tipping in rough seas.

Keanu Reeves was once asked how he stays grounded. He shrugged and said something simple like, “I’m just grateful to be here.” That’s her, most days. Not dramatic. Not bitter. Grateful for the small good: a clear morning, a teacher who sees her child, a text that lands when she needed a laugh. She forgives more than she should. She apologises less than she used to. She’s learning that choosing herself now and then isn’t selfish; it’s oxygen.

If you’re a single mum reading this, consider this paragraph a hand on your shoulder: you are doing enough. You are enough. Your ambitions are not a luxury; they’re a compass. Schedule one stubborn hour this week for something that feeds your soul. Guard it like you guard bedtime. The world won’t hand you space—you will have to claim it. Do it anyway.

If you love a single mum—friend, partner, sister, colleague—here’s how to show up without speeches: offer concrete help (a school run, a dinner, a Saturday morning off), give plans with notice, respect her boundaries, and don’t make her teach you empathy. See the human first, the title second. And when she talks about her dreams, don’t translate them into “maybe someday.” Ask, “What’s the next step?” Then—this is the important bit—stand beside her while she takes it.

And to the men scared off by the word “mum”: reconsider. A good mother is proof of strength, not a burden. She doesn’t need a saviour; she needs an ally who values her time, honours her child’s place in her life, and brings more calm than chaos. The best thing you can say isn’t “I can handle your life.” It’s “I respect your life, and I want to add to it.”

I won’t name the woman who inspired this. She’d blush and change the subject back to her kid’s latest artwork on the fridge. But I’ll say this to her and to every woman walking that long, brave road: your love is architecture. Invisible to most, essential to everything. May you find the minutes that feed you. May your circle be kind. And may the next door you open lead somewhere that feels like a deep breath.

Author: Master Yoda
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1/10/2025 7:02am
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Jenna Reception TS
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Jenna Reception TS commented
“This is one of the most respectful, grounded, and quietly powerful tributes I’ve read in a long time. It doesn’t glorify or pity, it simply sees. Single mums aren’t footnotes. They’re foundations. And this honours that truth with the care it deserves.”
💖0 👍 👎0 16/10/2025 11:14pm
Francesca
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Francesca commented
“This is gorgeous. As someone who works over 80 hours a week to give my kids everything without needing to find a partner, I really loved reading this. I have also met a few single dads who are the most kind and loving people. When they do eventually find another partner, it gives them a new sense of respect at how tough it can be doing it on your own. Xx”
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Georgia Anderson LT
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Georgia Anderson LT commented
“This is beautiful and very kind read. As a single mother I can relate to this deeply and truly has my heart in awe you could not of said things better and it's been a much appreciated read thankyou master Yoda ??It feels nice to not just be seen but understood, we are made to seem complicated but we are quite simple creatures ?”
💖0 👍 👎0 12/10/2025 5:54pm
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Liza
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Liza commented
“This touched me greatly. A heartfelt tribute to the love and courage of single mothers, who carry the world on their shoulders and inspire all of us. Sacrifices and sleepless nights mark a single mother's journey, yet her love for her child never wavers. Every sacrifice she makes is for their happiness and safety. Thank you for transforming every difficulty into a story of hope and love.”
💖0 👍 👎0 12/10/2025 2:59am
Eve KS
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Eve KS commented
“What an inspiring read! Single mums truly embody strength, love, and resilience. Balancing everyday struggles with the magical moments of motherhood shows just how powerful and amazing they really are.”
💖0 👍 👎0 11/10/2025 4:17pm
Angela Ryle
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Angela Ryle commented
“This one’s for every single mum doing it all — holding the world together with one hand and her coffee with the other. You’re the calm in the chaos, the love that never clocks out, and the reason the lights stay on.”
💖0 👍 👎0 9/10/2025 3:32pm
Skippy TS
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Skippy TS commented
“Damn… this got me. Straight to the heart. Beautifully written and painfully relatable. Thank you for the reminder to “do it in the living years.””
💖0 👍 👎0 5/10/2025 3:37pm
Langtrees VIP Canberra
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Langtrees VIP Canberra commented
“What a sweet read, Yoda. Very nice. Single mums aren’t defined by struggle, but by the courage and grace they show every day. A constant reminder that strength like that is something to be admired, not dismissed or narrowed down to a label. <3”
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