I had a few minutes before it was time to wake the Teenagers up. I have a quick look at Facebook, and I smile as I see the ‘Timeline memories.’ I’m impressed with what I see.
That girl looks good in those photos. She is full of life, young and has a great figure. I smile at the pictures, and then the realisation hits me. Read More »
My Mom broke the ‘Young single mother’ stereotype when she had me. Just turned 17 and she is a Mom. Not that uncommon in the 70s to become a mum.
Was she single? Yes.
Were we poor? Yes.
Was my young Mom a pushover? No.
I did not realise what my mom was doing back then, and I hated her for it.
I thought my mom was evil and mean. I remember saying to my teenage friends ‘‘She hates me. It is not my fault she had me. It’s not fair.’
My Mother was very strict with me. And this was not uncommon in her circle of young mum friends. But what did she do to me that was so bad? She taught me about money. Not how to make money, but how to appreciate and budget. I can hear you all saying ”What a B**ch!” I thought so too.Read More »
I saw motherhood as a restriction. In a cage like a bird, trapped. People asked ”Why don’t you have children?” It wasn’t good enough to say ‘‘I don’t want any.” Their faces changed to an expression of confusion. So my explanations would have to be more in-depth. I had loads of reasons why I didn’t want children. I loved my freedom, and I travelled when I wanted to. All my money was my own, and I worked hard. Read More »
My sister-in-law in Guernsey made me bolt upright ” We don’t have M.O.T.s here.” she said. My expression was the same as Jim Carrey from Mask. You know when his eyes popped out and his jaw hit the floor. “What do you mean you don’t have M.O.T.’s?” I asked with a direct glare. While she sat there all smug explaining how she brought her car over to “the mainland.” To you and me, that is the U.K., and her Brother had pointed out how bald her tyres were. She panicked a little, not much, but a teeny tiny amount because she was now in England.Read More »
Before I turn in for a night of impressive sleep, I always read the news snippets on the reliable internet explorer.
Firstly, let me make this clear. I do not read the articles to catch up on what is happening in the world. I read them as a sleep aid. A good belly laugh before I lay myself to sleep, helps me drift off knowing there is still so much humour in the world.
Secondly, being sensitive is not a trait I have. It is with disappointment in the eyes of my family looking confused to see sensitivity.