At the tender age of nineteen I gave birth to my first child, a son whom I love dearly. I was engaged to be married at eighteen and thought that this was it for me, I was set up for life and I truly thought that things were perfect. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out as I had hoped they would, and so my son’s dad and I parted ways. I was a single parent for a few years, it was a struggle but we survived and I am stronger for it.
When my son was five I unexpectedly fell in love.
The relationship progressed and when he was was nine I had another son with my new partner.
It was at this point that parenting changed for me, I was now parenting two children, under the same roof and they both had different fathers. Right from the beginning things were different, I breastfed my second son whereas I never even considered it for my first son.
My children are now fifteen, five, three and one and there is a lot of love in our family unit. However, I have since come to realise that there is a difference in how I parent my older son and how I parent his younger siblings.
I call it ‘Parallel Parenting’ because I am raising my children side by side, yet differently, and I have become more aware of it lately. With my eldest I feel that I must take full responsibility for his well-being, whereas for my other children, half of the responsibility of their day to day lives is shared with my husband (their father).
I have always been confident in my parenting ability with my eldest. I have always made any decisions about his well-being from my gut instinct, funny then, that even though that has been successful with him that I have not carried this type of parenting through to my younger three. The difference now is that I am not the only one making the decisions.