As I get older, I cherish the time I spend with my mum, dad, and my own family.

Growing up, I didn’t always get along with my parents. Mental illness and addiction run in our family, and we’ve faced some tough times. But as my kids get bigger, I realise how superb a job my parents did raising my siblings and me, despite the resources and support they had (or didn’t have).

Parenthood is such a hard job, and as I grow older and work through my own struggles, I become more empathetic, understanding, and grateful.

I’m proud of my parents and so lucky to have them. I wasn’t fortunate enough to meet some of my grandparents but I’m so glad my kids know theirs 💙