Ten Years of Being His Mum

Wow! time flies! although it certainly goes slower when you do this motherhood business on your own. I wasn’t always on my own tho, I was married when my son was born and got divorced when he was 4 years old.

I don’t really want to make this post about divorce.I want to make this post about my son and the man I hope he becomes.

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My son’s name is Sean. Sean is turning TEN years old this weekend. When people ask me “can you believe he is turning 10?” I say oh yes I can. I have been there every single day!  Motherhood doesn’t come with a manual, and many things can and will be trial an error as we go through the journey of life. I was 23 years old when he was born. I was so ready and willing and I took the motherhood thing on board from day one like a pro! That is not to say that I didn’t struggle at times. But guess what new momma out there? It is ok to cry, it is ok to fail and it is ok to get right back up and try again! You can do this because you and only you know whats best for your child.


My Sean is the sweetest boy I know. His compassion has transformed him in a vegetarian-ish all his life. His compassion has transformed me in a vegetarian-ish over the last 5 years or so.You see one day when he was 5 he told me “but mommy, if you eat that pig and it was a mommy pig then her baby pigs will be alone, sad and crying – and I don’t want that, I dont want to kill animals to eat them”

… how could I argue with that?


His softness is his strength, and I wouldn’t change that for the world. He loves to play with Legos, and everything Math. He says, he wants to be an architect. He says he wants to design houses for the poor, and make cool slides for stairs for those who can’t walk. He is fascinatated by WWI and WWII, the history of it all, the uniforms, the struggles. And he worries about a WWIII happening in his lifetime.

He is like any other 9-year-old who loves to play video games; and I do let him play somewhat violent video games like Call of Duty, because guess what? that kid can’t even think about killing and eating a cow so who are you to question his playing options? who is more violent now? yeah, you there munching on that fillet mignon. 

He is messy, and he hates wearing pants (sorry Sean) and I still have to struggle every morning with “find your shoes” regardless of how many times I have said to put them in one place the day before.

This kid has made me a stronger person. He has made me flourish and grow. I own who I am today not only to my parents but to my son. My gift to him will love, knowledge and compassion. It is my mission to make him a well rounded individual who knows about world history, wines, food, politics and art. It is my mission to make him a responsable man, a man with high morals and integrity. It is my mission to love him and care for him, yet to give him enough room to fly and let him be independant. 

It is my mission to teach him that lying is not allowed. Lying is not punished neither is permited in this house. Open communication is constanly promoted, because you see, when you are open and honest lies become uncecessary and quite franly just plain yuck!.



I won’t however bespow religion upon him in any way or form. I will give him the tools to decide what is what, and for him to make a decision on what to believe in. Because I believe we as indivduals have the right to decide what works for us, and I rather give him the knowledge than make him repeat like a parrot whatever religion I decide to follow. Morals and values can be given without the ties to a religion.

It is my gift to you, son. Not today, not just for your birthday but every single day. Learn, Live, Smile. Be proud!





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