I’ve often heard people talk about being raised by a single-mom as a failing to overcome or succumb to. Hearing this rhetoric as a kid I sometimes wondered how my life would be different if I had a father. Maybe I would’ve joined the Boy Scouts and I’d know how to start a fire from scratch or shoot a rifle. Maybe talking about sex would have been a little less awkward. It’s a counterfactual I’ll never experience, and I realize today that I’d never want to. My mom taught me to work hard, stay resilient in the face of adversity, and to treat my peers with love and compassion. I haven’t succeeded today in spite of my single mom, I’ve triumphed because of her.