I’m not sure when it happened but some time during my first few years as a mum I was somehow brainwashed into thinking that being a full time mum was the best choice for my children. It was all up to me.
I’d given up my career after my firstborn was diagnosed with food allergies but by the time I had my second child, he was in a great preschool and happy. Instead of allowing his little brother to join him in preschool I decided I’d keep him home with me, as I had done with Philip. I’d done it all myself for the first four years of his life and I planned to give Giovanni the exact same gift of full time care from his mum.
I felt like it was the right thing to do.
I knew a lot of mums who placed their children into care as soon as possible and would spend those days exercising, getting their hair done, running errands and just relaxing. I wasn’t going to do that. I was going to keep my boy with me at all times.
It was hard.