At the tender age of nineteen I gave birth to my first child, a son whom I love dearly. I was engaged to be married at eighteen and thought that this was it for me, I was set up for life and I truly thought that things were perfect. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out as I had hoped they would, and so my son’s dad and I parted ways. I was a single parent for a few years, it was a struggle but we survived and I am stronger for it.
When my son was five I unexpectedly fell in love.
The relationship progressed and when he was was nine I had another son with my new partner.
It was at this point that parenting changed for me, I was now parenting two children, under the same roof and they both had different fathers. Right from the beginning things were different, I breastfed my second son whereas I never even considered it for my first son.
My children are now fifteen, five, three and one and there is a lot of love in our family unit. However, I have since come to realise that there is a difference in how I parent my older son and how I parent his younger siblings.
I call it ‘Parallel Parenting’ because I am raising my children side by side, yet differently, and I have become more aware of it lately. With my eldest I feel that I must take full responsibility for his well-being, whereas for my other children, half of the responsibility of their day to day lives is shared with my husband (their father).
I have always been confident in my parenting ability with my eldest. I have always made any decisions about his well-being from my gut instinct, funny then, that even though that has been successful with him that I have not carried this type of parenting through to my younger three. The difference now is that I am not the only one making the decisions.
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From the perspective of a child, my mother left my "father" when I was 2 and my sister was 4. She met my "Dad" about 6 months later and were married 2 years after that. My Dad wanted to be our Dad from the start, he was thrilled that we called him Daddy of our own accord, and despite not being the most emotional person, he has gotten emotional on occasion when our father has been involved because he was worried we didn't think of him as our real Dad and he actually always wished he had that genetic link.
So do I. We have 2 younger sisters and none of us have ever thought of ourselves as half sisters, or Dad as not being all of our Dads. It kind of makes me sad that so many people do not have faith in their partners to parent their children or *really* love them. By putting up that wall, you are stopping your children from having a special relationship with your partner.
From someone who has a Dad that DNA didn't provide: genetics mean absolutely nothing. Love means everything and I got the best Dad I could have asked for. Parallel parenting doesn't need to exist - it didn't in my house. Thank goodness for that.
Thank you Karen!
Your story made me momentarily feel somewhat normal and relieved as I found myself gently smiling and nodding along to your words and feelings that closely parallel my own life as a single parent and parenting half - I despise that term in this context - siblings.
My eldest is almost 21 and is a very loving and kind person and his siblings are age 4 and 2. I also made decisions etc for my eldest easily and felt he was 100% my responsibility even when I met my husband and for the duration of our relationship and marriage. I too feel like the responsibilty is halved with the younger 2. Perhaps it was innate instinct to protect and provide in the absence of the other biological parent or the product of my own fierce independence, regardless it was what it was and it was often harder factoring in my husband and easier to leave him out of any matters concerning my eldest. No division intended, but yes it sometimes did.
All my children are loved equally and fully; I am very proud of my strong maternal instinct. I have in our society felt on many occasions like i sit on the outer edge and sometimes 'out all together', of the nuclear family ideal but the proof is in the pudding and if my children are happy, are successful in their relationships with others, school and work then I too have done something right.
It doesn't matter what our family looks like, its the pure and strong connection we have with each other that is the seed for growing our children into kind, caring, well contributing and happy people.
Well done Karen, you sound like an amazing mum!