Like you, I have been following Erin’s sometimes deep, sometimes hilarious posts on Instagram and through her blogs. As her mother, I am very proud of not only the writer she is becoming, but the doting and ambitious parent that she is. I would love to take all the credit for that but I can’t.
Erin’s father and I separated shortly after she was born and I became a ‘single parent’. I use the inverted commas because there was never really any single parenting happening thanks to my mum and dad. With their help, and my dads terminal unemployment, I was able to get a job, a flat, and raise a pretty well rounded, well educated child. Sure it wasn’t all sunshine and roses and I have debts I’ll be paying off until they throw me into the great fire, but isn’t that true for most families?
When Erin told me I was going to be a grandmother at the ripe old age of 43 I was both excited and petrified. I’d barely recovered from parenting a teenager and now I was going to be some poor sod’s Granny!