I don't feel that I'm special. I don't think I'm doing something that is impossible for anyone else. Yeah, it's hard. Yeah, sometimes it sucks. But in the last three or four years, so many possibilities have opened up for me that I don't think would have been there otherwise. Also, it doesn't hurt that I enjoy being a mom. :)
I've heard from two separate sources this week that I'm amazing for doing what I do. In the past I've had trouble accepting compliments, and though I still do to some extent, it's much easier now. This, however, I can't help but try to shrug off. I don't think I'm doing anything special; I'm just doing what I have to do. I'm simply refusing to allow the butterfly to dictate every moment of my life. Would they not do the same? They're in college now; if they had a baby right out of high school, could they really not find the will to continue their education? I find it hard to believe.
I'm not doing anything miraculous. I don't have a debilitating disease. I'm not trying to accomplish the impossible. I'm just securing a future for myself, my son, and my future family. Yeah, I have a few more hills and obstacles to climb, but it's not as hard as everyone seems to think it is.