Becoming a single parent can be isolating, frustrating and, at times, terrifying. Too many people have no idea where to start when it comes to finding support in the capital. In this article, we’re sharing resources for support in London…
I had my first baby at the age of 24, so going into pregnancy twelve years later at 36 I really didn’t know what to expect.
When I first started travelling alone with my kids I was terrified. With Hux a tiny nappy-wearing milk guzzling baby and Elfie having medical needs that necessitates the carrying of syringes through airports, it seemed the solo parent holiday milestone would be too complicated to hit.
Now a few months into his 6th year (or is it his 7th? This always confuses me…), Hux is a character and a half. He has an answer to everything, some cheekier than others, and is one of the smartest most hilarious little chaps I have ever met.
The pain of breastfeeding was out of this world and I didn’t feel prepared for it one jot… I felt like a massive failure because I didn’t anticipate something that was supposed to come so easily to me to be so tough, to feel so unnatural.
There was a time where the only label I gave myself was ‘Single Mum’. Wherever I was – at the supermarket, out to dinner with the kids, mid-Tinder conversation – I always felt it like an albatross across my neck. Six years it has taken me to realise that I am so much more than this label.