If you were single and pregnant like I was chances are you have received some sort of state assistance. Some of my toughest moments as a single mom happened in those over crowded state offices trying to prove to them that I needed their help. I hated every minute of it. I would sit there with Zahara on my lap looking around at all of the different women. Everyone was so different but yet all the same. I would always spot that 1 other lady who I could connect with, I could tell she hated being there just as much as I did. She would sit their quietly waiting for her name to be called as she quietly laughed and smiled at her child. I would wonder why she was there, what was her story? Those days sucked but I appreciate them. Not a day goes past where my daughter's biological father doesn't cross my mind. I try to understand how a grown man can sleep at night knowing he has a child and not knowing how they are eating or where they live. Then I immediately think of my husband, and I realize that I might not be the wife and mother that I am today if I didn't go through those things that made me gain the strength I needed to call myself a woman.
So ladies, keep your head up when you're standing in that county line. Kiss your baby on the forehead and know that it will all be over soon.
