Being a single mother in the late 1950s was a very shocking thing - and dreadful thing - for people.
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I was raised by a single mother.
Growing up in the fifties and sixties, I can only remember knowing one child, ever, whose parents got a divorce, and hardly any whose mother 'worked' at anything besides raising her children.
I was a single mother when my child was little.
You know, I don't think any mother aims to be a single mom. I didn't wish for that, but it happened.
I feel awful for women who are trying to raise kids on their own, with zero income and no fathers present - that's single motherhood.
It was tough being a single mom. It was tough being in a divorce with children. Very, very hard.
I even thought of adopting a child as a single mother.
Most single moms are very poor, uneducated, can't get a job, and if it weren't for government assistance, their kids would be starving to death and never have health care. And that's the story that we're not seeing, and it's unfortunate that we glorify and glamorize the idea of out of children wedlock.
Becoming a mother was the single defining event of my life. It felt like the whole world shifted.
Single motherhood is an amazing thing; it's a blessing.