I didn’t set out to become a single parent. The reality is that families form in many varieties these days, and slowly the old judgements are fading. Family to me has never been about the traditional. My parents separated when I was twelve in a fairly amicable way. This doesn’t mean that it was easy, it most definitely affected me deeply. Perhaps it even shaped me in ways that I have not been able to comprehend or accept fully yet.
(I wrote this post with Bupa, for PND Awareness Week)
“You are not alone.”
“I am here for you.”
Will you join me and close your eyes for a moment, after you read over those words a few times. Let them sink in and feel the power there, the sense of connection.
Imagine if every new or expectant Mamma, who was feeling alone, unsure or sad could hear these words. Imagine if they could somehow truly understand and believe that they were not alone, and how valued they are?
Dear Mrs R,
It was a bit of a blur last year at school, hard to keep thoughts straight at times. Between the prep, testing, 4 page reports, prepared speeches, detentions, meetings to discuss behaviour, homework, concerts, reading logs .. I could go on and on. I find myself with the head space to finally put this all in some sort of perspective. For a 5 year old boy, all of this might seem a little over the top, it certainly does to his Mother now that I can reflect properly.