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.
One thing I’ve always been absolutely desperate for my children to grow up knowing is that, though ours is a slightly unconventional family situation, they are completely and wholly loved. This has been one of those ‘make it up as…
Half term is a bit of a tricky one when you’re a working single mum. With the children at their dads’ for a few days I’m never quite sure which way to play it. On the one hand, half terms…
I never really knew the meaning of ‘real’ Christmas before the kids came along. And I mean that in the most literal sense, not in a sense that “ooh isn’t Christmas about the joy of kids”. I mean that because…
Attending a wedding alone as a recently separated single parent was never going to be easy. There’s the struggle of trying not to joke about divorce (I didn’t – hoorah!) and the worry that actually, are you going to be…
Since when has Easter been such ‘A Thing’? I know it’s been a thing for years and years and years, since Jesus, though the exact length of time escapes me as much like my good friend Charlotte says I was…