My mum was 17 when I was born and had got married only a couple of months before. What makes this more significant than simply being a teenage mum is the fact that my Granddad was a Greek Cypriot who had philosophies like the majority of male Greek Cypriots particularly of his era. Women were lesser and didn't get to do what they wanted just because they wanted to. He was in charge! Men were in charge! Only here was my mum - his daughter - doing exactly what she wanted to do; six months pregnant and marrying some pale, 18-year old Englishman from around the corner!
A couple of years ago, during school holidays, I went to Sydney with my then eight-year old and finally caught up with a friend and her two boys at a kids' park. Although we had seen each other intermittently over the past few years, the last time we truly got to "hang out", the last … Continue reading The Truth About Mummy Blogging..