Confessions of a Not-so-Dramatic Immigrant Single Mom

By April Sunday

 

I missed a lot of stuff with my son’s life. I’m his World Wide Web mom. Thanks to the geniuses behind the internet, Skype, Facebook and Apple for they help bridged the gap between myself and my family.

 

 

I am the head of the family. With my parents being separated, I embraced the bitter sweet pleasure of being the pilot of my clan. I switched spot with my mom (for being the mother to my only son), packed my suit case and flew to Uncle Sam’s homeland, dreaming of a greener pasture. That was year 2008 and I haven’t been home since.

Well, it wasn’t a walk in the park as what I was told. I had to unleash all the perseverance that my veins could spit out in order for me to survive the concrete jungle of the so-called “Home of the brave”. Knowing the fact that I’m the sole provider for my whole kingdom is what fueled me into being strong. Tough bitch is how I call it.

I grew up not having much in life – that being said is something I don’t wish my son to suffer.  So I’m doing my best to provide him the best future that I could possibly give him. My life journey is full of painful and remarkable experiences that I choose to use them as an inspiration of conquering the earth.

Right now, I’m praying for the approval of my travel parole. I missed a lot of stuff with my son’s life. I’m his World Wide Web mom. Thanks to the geniuses behind the internet, Skype, Facebook and Apple for they help bridged the gap between myself and my family. Without it, you could probably see me fishing in the bathtub by now.

Future? Well, I’m looking forward to bringing my whole clan over to the “Land of the great”. I don’t want to spend another decade being separated from them.

Maybe another chance of love for myself is also something that I want in the future. If it’s not too much to ask, can he look like Norman Reedus?

Seven years had passed, my husband (now an ex-) being out of the picture (that means I’m single again, with a yehey!) – I’m still dealing with all the surprises life has to offer. But this time, I could say, I’m facing it with my head held high (with my middle finger gesturing a salute to all the bitches who mocked me during my darkest time). Still I am thankful to all the people I met along this journey (good or bad) for they opened my eyes to all the possibilities in this world.

I’m always a firm believer that if you want something – you go out there and get it. In God’s perfect time and with the right people, you will achieve it.  (I’m very thankful I met a few right people, who are also out there, reaching and getting what they want in life, and still willing to extend their hand to pull you up until you could stand on your both feet and ready to return the favor of helping others.)

And once you get there, saying a thank you prayer won’t hurt – and hopefully, you’ll serve as a light to others.

 

Editor’s Note: The author is the latest addition to OSM!’s writers pool. She is a young immigrant, a single mom recently winning a T visa. Life unfolds so much beautifully for her after this victory. For one, this food junkie, adventurer, and computer geek begins a new career in writing.