I’m proud to be a single parent but it is my support network that enables me to be more than just proud, but also a confident and happy single parent. As I watched Myleene Klass’s programme on single mums, the importance of support networks really struck me.  Those single mums who seemed happiest were those who weren’t isolated and who had strong family and friend support networks.    I am really lucky to have a great support network. I have:…

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Everywhere I go the mood is sombre.  My fellow commuters have anxious looks on their faces as they read their news feeds reporting societal division, racist attacks, calls for another referendum on Scottish independence, grave implications for the Northern Ireland Peace process, an economy on its knees. Where are the 51.9%, the 17.4 million people who voted LEAVE?  They should be celebrating.  I was expecting Union Jacks flying, horns tooting, jubilation and merriment, cream teas and roast dinners.  I see…

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You will have heard about Brock Turner, “the Stanford rapist”. You will have seen his face plastered all over the Internet.  You will probably have read the shameful plea for a lenient sentence by his father. You will have read the victim’s letter. I hope you have read the victim’s letter.  If you haven’t, please, whatever your situation, your sex, your background or your beliefs, please read it here.  It is the strongest and most courageous testimony you will ever…

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I try to make the most of the time when Cygnet is with his daddy.  Although I am always proud to be a single mum, it is rare that I feel that single motherhood allows me to do things that I would find very difficult as a coupled mother.  As I sipped pink champagne at a preview of the Royal Academy’s Summer Exhibition today, I pondered how very difficult it would be to be quite so civilised with a shouting, running…

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I watched Myleene Klass’ documentary Single Mums on benefits on Tuesday evening.  She has since been criticised for being a rich single mum going round and interviewing other single parents who live very different lives.  The benefits angle and the title were unnecessary in my view and no doubt chosen to reel in additional (Daily Mail reading) viewers.  This was a shame. Myleene did manage to portray a broad spectrum of single motherhood.  She also showed the pride, the accomplishment,…

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Diane Von Furstenberg, as well as having a beautiful, but unaffordable, clothing range, has some very wise words. Diane said: “The most important relationship in your life is the one you have with yourself. Because no matter what happens, you will always be with yourself.” —Diane von Furstenberg These words really resonate with me.  For a while, in fact for quite a long while, I didn’t really have a good relationship with myself.  I didn’t have a bad relationship with…

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Co-parenting can be tough, monumentally tough. First,  there are the inconsistencies in our parenting approach: daddy lets Cygnet eat lollipops; kick a ball in the house; not brush his teeth; takes him swimming when he has green snot coming out of his nose; lets him have a three hour nap in the afternoon when he is due to return to mummy in the evening.  The three hour-long afternoon nap saga is a particular irritant for me at the moment.  Cygnet is…

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I learned something at the weekend. I learned about a twink and a twunk, an otter, a cub, a bear, and a muscle bear.  This blog post isn’t going to be a life lesson shared or some inspirational quote for you all, but it might be good for a giggle.  I went for a drink with my male gay friend.  We’ve been friends since university, which now means donkey’s years.  All of my other university friends have changed.  Their lives…

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Sunday was a tough day for me as a single mum.  Often I don’t even think about the fact that I am a single mum.  I am just a mum.  I love my son and I’d do anything for him.  I am like almost every other mother in that respect.    But today my single motherhood hit me. Single motherhood hit me because I was surrounded by happy families.  I took Cygnet to the park to play football, to build sandcastles…

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I was sorting through my books the other day.  I confess to being one of those terrible people who has a collection of high brow books on display in my living room.  I buy them because the covers look nice, the topic is intellectual or the author is well regarded.  Sometimes, I even read them, but more often, I am ashamed to say, I do not. Whilst sorting through my books I discovered the book ‘What do Women Want? :…

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