It is 2016. I am a mother. The journey I embarked on 18 years and 31 days ago, when my first son forcefully made his way into this world and again, 18 months later when my second son rushed his way out, has been a journey unlike any I would have imagined.
The model of child rearing adhered to by my peers was abandoned almost from day one. And since those early days, no pattern has been followed, no accepted model has been adhered to and certainly, no well-trodden path has been walked upon by the three of us.
Did this make me a bad mum? A question that has been directed at me often over the years; mostly in accusatory tones. So the question arises: What exactly IS a bad mum? Or a good mum.
I have loved and cared for my sons, I have ensured that they have been fed, clothed, adequately sheltered and mentally and physically stimulated.
So in that respect, have I been a good mum? Society would find me acceptable.
I have provided for their basic needs.
HOWEVER
YOU ARE READING
A MOTHER'S JOURNEY
Non-FictionThere are many different types of parenting. Mine was... not a type at all. I have been asked a few times, about how I got my boys to this point. Get ready for an upside down world!
