The prestigious title crown of single mamahood

by | Oct 10, 2021

I sometimes wonder when driving in the car alone (the only alone time I get) where I would be if raising Hera was not high on my everyday to-do list. Don’t get me wrong, having her is not a chore, but she does take up most my time, my thoughts, my energy. I’m depleted most days, fueled by the flames of energy drinks. My plate is heaped with not only arranging Hera’s life but living mine. I’m a doula, a broadcaster working for two radio stations, a TV anchor, and a media officer for multiple organisations and completing my MBA currently through Henley Business School. Sleep has not lived here in a long time. So, I type this with one eye open, crisps in one hand (easiest ‘meal’ I could find) and playing ball, yes, in the house, with one leg with Hera, perched on a barstool at the kitchen counter – all while trying to make this piece a masterpiece.

I’m proudly an only-parent, fully empowered by the cards that this life has dealt me. Instead of crying over what I cannot change, hours of therapy have helped me calm my fears and embrace my life’s tapestry with all its flaws, dents and explosions of bright colour, highlighting the moments in life that has taken my breath away. Busy and present is the balance I now strive for between those two points. There’s work, and there is home and in the middle is my Warrior Princess whom all of this circumnavigates, for all I do, I do for her. She is my motivator, my comedian, my companion, my buddy, my friend – so God really blessed me beyond what I feel I’m worthy of by making me her mother. My heart bursts, literally, at the sight of my daughter. I marvel at how grown she is, from a chubby little podgy dumpling (oh, please take me back), to a tall, witty four-year-old with a sense of humour and a pointer finger that works overtime .

Everything in our household is absolute normal chaos, even stepping on a Lego piece (man, that hurts!). I’m the mom with a school run uniform, envious of the mom’s in their heels and pretty pink lips with matching outfits, while I’m in the blue track pants and flip flops no matter the weather. We are the girls bursting through the school gates with the loudest good morning chant, and unashamedly so. I am the mom who plans the lunch box alternating fruit and their colours for maximum nutrient satisfaction. At swimming and gymnastics, I’m the cheerleader yelling loudly from the sidelines in support of Hera’s efforts, enabling her with my motivational yelps and spurring any other child on that I think could benefit.
It’s a cacophony of Titus craze that anyone stumbling upon might think we’re all disillusioned, but what I can undeniably confirm is that everything we are and do springs from a fount of love and laughter overflowing abundantly. This is the glue that sticks us together.

My ultimate favourite is waking up in the morning to a little human bouncing around on the bed, waking me up. We cuddle and affirm how great our day is going to be because we have each other, express our gratitude, say our prayers and then, like spring daisies, bloom wherever we are planted. Despite all I face alone, I’m determined to raise a confident, independent, courageous girl who will stand firm in who she is and in tune with what she feels, which to me as a parent, are important achievements as she blossoms into who she truly is, over the years.

I was blessed right on time with what God knew I needed, and he was so right. I would swap out nothing for the prestigious title crown of Mama (no matter how real the struggle is some days) and to have little arms embrace me, soft kisses on my cheek and my own words coming back at me, at all the right times when I’m feeling low, ‘You can do it mama, believe it – in yourself,’ and in that high-spirited little voice, how could I let her down!

This month’s Guest Editor, Romy Titus, is mother to a fiercely courageous four-year-old girl called Hera and a keen member of the MamaMagic circle of giving. “I’m thrilled to be the guest editor in a season where we shed the layers and let the sun kiss our skin. I hope you’ll enjoy tucking into our newsletter with the promise that regardless of whether it’s your umpteenth time here or your first, I hope you’ll find what you need, discover that you’re capable and return (like I do) for a whole lot more and then some!”

 

 

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