More often than not, our Latina mothers are lone warriors, women who have had to take on a troop of children, a household, and multiple simultaneous jobs.
Sadly, our culture is filled with marriages that don’t work out and women who roll up their sleeves and face life with priceless courage.
Their wisdom is today one of the most important treasures in our idiosyncrasy. These are the life lessons that single Latina mothers have left us.
There is not such thing as failure
Having a broken heart is often perceived as failure. Nothing could be further from the truth.
The illusion of creating a home with our soul mate is almost an imposition in Latino culture. But the reality is different. The truth is that we are human, and sometimes things don’t go as planned. And that’s okay too.
We learn, grow and decide when our happiness is far from that person who, despite being the father of our children, is also a weight for our personal growth despite being the father of our children.
Get up early, and make lists
When people call us “superwomen,” they don’t consider the level of planning it takes to get everything done and still have time for ourselves.
Getting up early gives us those five or ten minutes of quiet time, with our coffee, to organize our mind and schedule, and face the day with joy.
Our support network is fundamental
Our sisters, friends, and confidants are that army that keeps us strong and encouraged in any circumstance. Often, we face the same obstacles, and having someone to confide in our sorrows and joys can be a lifesaver.
Beauty is in the details
We may not have the house we dreamed of, the garden full of flowers, and the time to take care of them, but we have countless simple moments, kisses in the morning, and a hug from the little ones at home that make the days more bearable.
Life changes…be flexible
For better and for worse, life is a constant change. What weighs us down today will be a melancholy memory tomorrow. Each day involves our children transforming into the little humans we have learned to know and whom we guide by the hand to be the best version of themselves that they can become.
Eventually, the winter of time will nestle in our hair, the wrinkles will be life paths, and we will realize how much we have changed, and how, in time, we are ourselves that warrior our mother once was, and we will look with pride at the product of our efforts.
In the end, all will be ok, and the fatigue will have been worth it.