I am ‘Mum’ to three amazing biological children. Sir J, aged 14, Lady M aged 12 and Little Miss 7. You can stop pulling that face, these are not their real names, just how I refer to them in order to respect their future online identity and privacy.
My initiation into motherhood didn’t begin with a pretty white dress, two rings on my finger, a Christian husband who’d vowed to love me for life, or a mature and well thought out approach to ‘family planning’.
Nope, it was quite the opposite actually. Instead, as a drug addicted, just turned nineteen year old, partying at a bar with friends renowned for its bikie population, I met my Prince Charming.
Actually, I met some random, heavily tattooed, good-looking bad boy who was a prospect for the Hell’s Angels.
And so, with the knowledge of his first name, and age (27), I accompanied him home… To play chess, you see.
Soon after our first introduction, we began ‘dating’ (I use the term loosely).
And a few weeks later, BOOM-pregnant! Just like that. Who knew chess had such life-changing consequences!
My relationship with biker boy was never going to last. We were world’s apart, and although he didn’t think it was a good idea for me to have a baby at such a young age, he still respected my decision to continue with the pregnancy and raise this unexpected child.
And so, we parted ways. He alone, me with burgeoning belly.
As a single, pregnant, nineteen year old, self-detoxing from a cocktail of drugs, woman, my journey into motherhood was never going to be easy…..