By KATE PIASECKA
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kate and by today’s standards, I’m a young mum.
Let me explain.
In January of 2009 I moved from Perth to Melbourne by myself with a suitcase of clothes and a couch to sleep on; a 22 year old from a small city looking to meet new people and try new things for a couple of years, before heading off overseas to see the world.
In June of the same year I met an amazing guy on a tram (I’m not kidding, how Melbourne of me). Three weeks later, I was pregnant.
<Insert massive melt down here.>
My Catholic parents were expecting a wedding, my amazing friends were excited but had no idea how to react or what to do, my boyfriend’s parents were happy but slightly concerned at the prospect of their son’s very new girlfriend having their grandchild, and my travel plans went out the window.
Fast forward nearly four years and surprisingly, life went on. And it went on WELL. We have a fantastic relationship and above all else, we have an amazing little girl with massive personality who is almost three years old. My partner is 29 and I am almost 27. His career is progressing, I’m eight months away from finishing my degree and I have a brilliant job in PR. We are lucky enough to live in a great area and our friends and family are so supportive.
It hasn’t all been smooth sailing though.
The average age of a new mum in our area is around 33 so compared to most local mums, I was young. I’m often told I don’t look my age- apparently I look 22ish.
You will not believe the comments I’ve copped. From the day I looked obviously pregnant I’ve been the subject of snide remarks, backhanded compliments and very forward questioning.
When I was pregnant I’d get the pitying looks. It would enrage me. I don’t need PITY. I’m having a BABY. I was lucky enough to conceive naturally so be HAPPY for me. I’d just grin back at people but feel awful inside.