Today, I found myself thinking about how often single parenthood is misunderstood. It’s not a plague. It is not a moral failure or a tragedy. It is not something to be pitied. It is real. It is life. And it is lived every single day by people who are doing their absolute best to raise happy, resilient children often with less help and more judgment than anyone realizes. I think about how easily society places labels on single parents “broken homes,” “missing pieces,” “what went wrong.” But when I really look at it, I see something else entirely. I see strength. I see love that refuses to quit. I see people showing up as parents, providers, role models, protectors even when they’re exhausted and unseen. There is not one story that leads to single parenthood. Some arrive here after loss, a divorce, a separation, a death. Others arrive here because of illness, abandonment, or a difficult choice someone else made for them. And yes, some choose this path. They chose to raise a child on th...