I remember being a kid and looking up to my older brother.
He is 7 years older than me and although now it doesn’t seem like much, when I was a kid he seemed so grown up. He was allowed to do stuff I wasn’t allowed to, talk to our Mum about things I wasn’t allowed to, talk to Mum in a way I absolutely wasn’t allowed to. He was so grown up!
Of course, at the time he was about 16. I now have a 17 year old son and I know full well that he isn’t yet grown up or mature and nor was my brother at that time.
I had my first child when I was 19. I didn’t think I was grown up, I didn’t even try to pretend I was. I just wanted to do the very best I could for him. I knew I’d…
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