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Being a Single Mum is Really Tough.
My kids are the best things in the world. Kelly is eight years old and Daniel is eleven. It has been the biggest honour of my life to raise them.
It's not that it hasn't been hard sometimes. They don't always listen because they are kids. They mess with things I'd rather they not do and get into things they shouldn't. That's totally normal, and I don't usually set clear rules because I like them to try new things and learn from their mistakes. Their projects aren't always clean, and it's harder to clean up after them now than it used to be, but they're worth it.
They had one parent, but their dad vanished when they were kids and was never seen or heard from again. Some days I wonder if they're missing out on a lot by not having him here. He wasn't a good person, and they've mostly forgotten the horrible things that happened to them as kids. Some days I just hate him. Even though I do my best, I can't be a dad. It's hard for me to make up for what they miss out on. A few years ago, I was so upset that I didn't know what to do, but that phase is over, and now I'm in a groove. Seeing their smiles every day makes it all worth it. Things will get better if you keep going.
I do wonder sometimes if they're missing out on things because they have to live with me. It would be good for them to spend more time with the kids in the…
