Being a divorced single mom comes with its share of joys and challenges, but one of the hardest parts is missing out on precious moments with my kids. Recently, my boys went on a 10-day cruise with their dad. While I was happy for them and their adventure, the reality of not being there to share in those memories was tough.

One of the biggest downsides of divorce is the time split between parents. No matter how much I cherish every second with my children, there are moments I simply have to miss. It’s an emotional struggle to know that while they are making memories, I am left with the empty space where their laughter and presence should be. However, I did get to enjoy the occasional FaceTime call and received pictures from them here and there, which helped me feel a little more connected to their experience.

During this time, I also took the opportunity to make a quick trip to Monterey to visit my family, have a much-needed reset, and enjoy some beach time away from the Vegas desert. I’ve always found comfort in the ocean—it has a healing presence for me, providing peace and clarity when I need it most. The fresh ocean breeze, the sound of the waves, and the connection with nature helped me recharge and return home feeling more centered.

I have my boys most of the time, which means I take on the responsibility of balancing school, work, activities, and daily life. The weight of being their primary caregiver is both fulfilling and exhausting. Managing homework, extracurriculars, meals, and quality time while also maintaining a career can feel overwhelming. There are days when I wonder if I am doing enough, if I am present enough, or if I am giving them everything they need.

But despite the challenges, there is strength in this journey. I remind myself that being a great mom isn’t about being present for every single moment, but about creating a loving, stable foundation that they can always come back to. It’s about embracing the time we do have together and making it meaningful.

Divorce changes the way we experience parenthood, but it doesn’t define the love and connection we have with our children. While I may not have been on that cruise, I am here for the bedtime stories, the school drop-offs, the scraped knees, and the everyday moments that truly shape our bond. And for that, I am grateful.

To all the single moms navigating this journey, know that you are not alone. The struggles are real, but so is the love and resilience we build along the way.