When I reflect back on my early years as teen mum, it’s clear that my own childhood played a big part in the way I parented. It took a long time to undo the damage to my inner self and, later on, for me to decide how I wanted to parent my own kids.
My own mum was a young mother trapped in an unhappy marriage; my father was alcoholic and had a gambling addiction so Mum had to work hard to cover our bills. She did her best to give us a better life. She pulled together extra money to send me to dancing classes, music and Brownies. But she never seemed proud of my efforts, or maybe she just couldn’t communicate her feelings, so I spent most of my childhood striving to do something to make her love me and I just felt deeply lonely.