I had always been vehemently against having children. I had a pretty hectic childhood where there was role reversal when I was around 8 and I decided I’d rather not put a child through this world, even though I wasn’t the same person my mother was. I am adopted so I was already rejected by my birth mother. I have seen the world through pretty real/open eyes since I was very young and it’s not a nice place really. So was my thinking...
Got pregnant by complete miracle when I was 24. I was severely underweight, told before I would never have children due to my anorexia, PCOS and a connective tissue disorder I have, but somehow a child was conceived. We were both massively underprepared for being parents. Both in the music industry and party mad but we got our act together.
My ex is pretty successful so he was able to set us up in my home county in Ireland. We managed through the first years and it was glorious. I was back at uni since learning of my pregnancy and doing great.
My son is a ball of pureness. He is just perfect. I knew I wanted him to experience the world as every child should, eyes wild with wonder. I have strived for him to remain as innocent as possible for as long as possible. He’s turning 12 now and only learned that Santa wasn’t real last September. He still believes in magic, in his own way he tells me, even though he knows it isn’t “really real”. He’s got to be a child, he still is very much a child and I’ve kept social media and all that shit far away from his world. Of course he’s had minecraft with his friends but, gotta move with the times.... I am preparing him for the world but keeping it age specific. I am very aware that kids now are growing up long before their time and it’s something I’m avoiding. My son is a sensitive child, he is mannerly and polite and cares for everyone he meets. I am beyond proud of the person he is becoming and I am excited to see the man he will be. I know he is going to do great things and I will always be there to support him. Through anything, I will be there.
Having a son changed me completely. I found focus, direction and I had a purpose.
He is my whole world.
I am a strict parent though, he has chores, he has to do his homework and he has to do his piano. He has a set bedtime and we have a routine we stick to. It keeps everything running smoothly. Of course if he has friends over it’s loosened but it’s a framework we use to keep us right.
My ex is very much a present parent and he does spend a lot of time with my son. He is a lot looser with the rules but whatever, my son is definitely more me than him

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My son has inherited my connective tissue disorder, he definitely doesn’t have it as bad but he is having issues with his knees at the moment. Hopefully it won’t be too bad and luckily he is a male and doesn’t have the hormones us females do that make it a lot worse. Genes are weird, they mutate at will. It’s a whole other discussion in regards to having a child if you have certain conditions but hey, you manage if you have to.
I wouldn’t be the person I am now if my son wasn’t born. I finished a uni course I had started long before when I was pregnant. Got a job, changed direction and did another course and got a better job and it’s something I’ve loved and am passionate about! I’ve pushed myself because it’s important for him to see the reality of success and failure. I have failed many times before I ever got to where I am and he has seen that. He knows my passion for what I do is what drives me and he sees his fathers passion for what he does and how it drives him.
I never wanted to be a mammy but I wouldn’t be alive today without my son and that’s a fact.