I was 16 when I first fell pregnant (accidentally, of course), and again at 20. I didn't want my first two children. "Daddy, I have changed my mind," I cried big tears when I was being wheeled into the delivery room. "I don't want a baby!" In the beginning, I never felt that I was a good mother. In fact, I have always believed that I was a bad mother, blaming my youth for my shortcomings.
A journalist phoned me the other day. ''I see from your blog that you've been a stay-at-home dad for the past 13 years. I wonder if you have any tips for men who are suffering from the economic downturn and are finding it hard being stuck at home all day with the kids.' "How long have you got?" I felt like saying.
Four and a half months in and I am finding having a decent telephone conversation hard enough, never mind a full night's sleep. So why would a mere mortal mother bother to compare herself with a mumpreneur?