I am going to be writing about an event that dramatically changed my life in various ways, and what impact this had on me and on those people around me.
The year was 2003 I was twenty-two years old. I had been living with my partner for over a year. I had my own business, we had nice holidays, I was four months pregnant and life was good.
I had worked so hard to get my business off the ground, a lesson I know now that I unconsciously learned through primary, and later secondary socialisation. I had been brought up to recognize and have the understanding that you worked hard to have nice things in life; only you can be accountable for your own success.
Fast forward two months and I find myself in a car with my father, surrounded with as many of my belongings as we could physically …show more content…
My social role and status was hairdresser by day, Mum by night. The first year of Louis’s life I would say was the hardest. My life had changed beyond recognition; sometimes I didn’t feel like I knew who I was anymore. It was a massive socialisation period, the norms that are associated with being a parent, the demands of a child. The guilt I felt that my son didn’t have a Mother and Father family unit. The pressure of fitting in with other Mums. I learned to be selfless.
As years passed life became easier, I was now accustomed to these roles I played and I made a mental decision that my son would grow to be self-sufficient. He would not need to depend on anyone, to hopefully be able to protect himself in a way that I feel I never protected myself.
From the age of six I took him on Christmas Eve to help at a soup kitchen for the homeless. This is now a yearly tradition that we, as a whole family, Louis his brother my husband and I enjoy doing. It’s helping whichever way you can, to give a little something back. This stems from values I was taught and hold
The year was 2003 I was twenty-two years old. I had been living with my partner for over a year. I had my own business, we had nice holidays, I was four months pregnant and life was good.
I had worked so hard to get my business off the ground, a lesson I know now that I unconsciously learned through primary, and later secondary socialisation. I had been brought up to recognize and have the understanding that you worked hard to have nice things in life; only you can be accountable for your own success.
Fast forward two months and I find myself in a car with my father, surrounded with as many of my belongings as we could physically …show more content…
My social role and status was hairdresser by day, Mum by night. The first year of Louis’s life I would say was the hardest. My life had changed beyond recognition; sometimes I didn’t feel like I knew who I was anymore. It was a massive socialisation period, the norms that are associated with being a parent, the demands of a child. The guilt I felt that my son didn’t have a Mother and Father family unit. The pressure of fitting in with other Mums. I learned to be selfless.
As years passed life became easier, I was now accustomed to these roles I played and I made a mental decision that my son would grow to be self-sufficient. He would not need to depend on anyone, to hopefully be able to protect himself in a way that I feel I never protected myself.
From the age of six I took him on Christmas Eve to help at a soup kitchen for the homeless. This is now a yearly tradition that we, as a whole family, Louis his brother my husband and I enjoy doing. It’s helping whichever way you can, to give a little something back. This stems from values I was taught and hold