The Resilient Mompreneur

When most people hear the word discipline , they flinch. It conjures up images of punishment, rigidity, or a long list of things we “should” be doing but somehow never get right. For newly single moms, the word can feel especially heavy. After all, you’re already carrying so much—emotionally, spiritually, financially. The last thing you need is another demand. But what if I told you that discipline isn’t a burden—it’s a blessing? What if discipline is not about restriction, but restoration? What if it’s not about control, but connection —to God, to your purpose, and to the woman you’re becoming? Let’s take a moment to breathe that in. 💜 Redefining Discipline: From Punishment to Power As a faith-driven solo mom, you’re walking a path that requires supernatural strength. You’re rebuilding your life, often while healing from heartbreak, betrayal, or loss. You’re nurturing your children while trying to rediscover the woman behind the “mom” title. And in the midst of all th...

     I chose this topic today because I have had to do the internal work to free my mind from the traps of the past. That’s the enemy’s tactic, not God’s. The enemy, the Bible says, comes to steal. Kill and destroy, but Christ came so we can live and have life more abundantly. That means a new way of thinking and being, of showing up daily in speech, attitude and belief. As I write, I realise just how far I have come in my journey of single parenthood. The work I had to do and the reprogramming that has taken place using the Word of God and the books He brought to me has certainly transformed who I am today. God doesn’t make mistakes, as a matter of fact, in His Word it says His word cannot return to Him void.’ Those are words to help you live a better life here on earth while we wait for his kingdom to come. Have you ever looked back at a moment and whispered, ‘I wish I’d done that differently?’ Perhaps it was a parenting decision, a relationship you stayed in t...

  Love your neighbour as yourself, and that means - You   Have you ever wondered how I love myself? Truly love myself? Have you ever wondered if it is wrong to love yourself while being a parent? In the first commandment, the Bible tells us that we should love the Lord first, with everything, and all of us, and then we should love our neighbour as ourselves. The first part says love God, then the second part says love yourself, and the third part says love your neighbour. I think a lot of us miss that concept. It therefore means that after God, it is us! We should look at our child/ren as our neighbours in the sense of loving them, caring for them, after we do the same for ourselves. I thought putting myself first was wrong as I am sure many of you may thhink, that it was all about my son, especially since I am a lone parent. But what a load of lies. That’s the enemy sneaking in and using the world’s view to mess us up. I believe that if I don’t take care of myself fir...

Hi everyone, I trust everyone is embracing the summer and the brilliance of the sun’s brightness. Here in the UK, it’s hot and I am loving it. So, it’s been a while since I did a blog post, and if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, know this: life got real. Between starting a new job, pouring into motherhood, and recalibrating my vision, I hit pause on blogging. It wasn’t intentional, but as a solo parent, it meant I had to find ways to recharge. I might have paused on blogging, but not on purpose, and not on growth. However, today, I’m re-entering with fresh clarity and renewed grace. If you have had to pause on anything, I want you to know the following: 🌿 1. The Pause Wasn't Failure For me, I had to learn how to become a working mother. I had to learn how to appreciate the new working environment, work with people I have never met, remember who I am in that new environment and be a higher version of who I am. Learning to balance this new life was not easy. There ...

  April 19th will forever be etched in my heart —a date that marks the day we laid my beloved cousin to rest. Though we were cousins by blood, we were siblings in spirit. We grew up side by side, navigating childhood, laughing through awkward teenage years, and cheering each other on in adulthood. Losing him has created a void that words can barely express. He passed away from stage 4 renal failure, and the grief hit me hard. I cried—loudly, openly, and without shame. That release became part of my healing. As a single mother, I knew I had to let the pain out so I could continue caring for my son. Bottling it up would have consumed me. So, I gave it over to God. 💭 What Grief Teaches Us as We Grow Older As I reflect, I’ve come to accept some painful truths about life: We grow older, and if we’re blessed, we see old age. Our bodies change—we must take better care of them. We can’t do everything we used to. And perhaps the hardest truth: we will...

  Easter is more than just a date on the calendar; it's a profound celebration of hope, renewal, and the enduring promise of new beginnings. Whether you're deeply rooted in Christian faith or simply drawn to the season's message of transformation, Easter invites us all to reflect, rejoice, and renew our spirits.   The story begins with the crucifixion of Jesus Christ , the agony of dying on the cross and being laid in a rich man’s tomb. Many thought it was the end, even his disciples, who had run away and scattered and were hiding for fear of persecution. Peter, who was Jesus’s mouthpiece, who had been so vocal throughout and who Jesus had predicted would deny him, wasn’t even at the site where Jesus was crucified. This doesn’t mean he didn’t love Jesus. I am sure he was perhaps beating himself up as many of us do every day, for various reasons. But what I love about this, even though awful, was that on this very day when Jesus died on that cross, he was thinking o...

  Three years ago , I couldn’t even imagine this moment. In 2022, when I first became a mother, the idea of celebrating a 3rd birthday seemed so far away. I was overwhelmed, exhausted, and honestly unsure of how I’d survive the day-to-day reality of parenting—let alone plan birthday parties and sing songs with a toddler one day. Everything felt so new and intense. My mind was spinning with questions: What will I do? How will I do it? How do I go back to work and raise a child at the same time? The unknowns were loud and heavy. I already knew I’d be raising my child as a single parent, and while I’m so grateful I had my mum around to support me, the pressure still felt enormous. But fast forward to now— April 15th, 2025 —and here we are. My son is officially 3 years old , and I honestly couldn't be prouder of him… and of myself. This year, he fully understood what a birthday meant. 🎂 He was SO excited! He knew it meant getting a gift, having cake, dressing up, si...