Adrienne Amy
Bio
I'm a twenty-something with a good sense of humour about life and mistakes. I don't believe in regret but instead believe that every part of our experiences come together to make up the life we live, its the story we tell.
Stories (4/0)
- Top Story - January 2018
The Voice of a ChildTop Story - January 2018
I am a firm believer in not bubble wrapping my future children. This includes teaching them how to deal with a scraped knee following a natural consequence, to dealing with rude kids at the park, and even the concept of losing at a family or school activity. Now, notice as I said the word “future” children, making it pretty clear that I am not a parent yet. I am six weeks away from being one, and parenting is all I think about. Though no one has yet to call me “mum,” I have worked with children for close to a decade. Yes, I am aware that working with children is not the same as having my own, a fact that many parents have informed me of. However, I do believe that, through the school system, or child minding, or educational therapy, I have picked up a thing or two. I will never compare myself to a seasoned parent, one who juggles one, two, three, four or more children all the while running a house, working, being self-employed, starting up a business, going back to school, renovating a house, being a single parent, having a child with special needs, or any of the other countless things those superhero parents manage to do.
By Adrienne Amy6 years ago in Families
Being Me, Even Without a Bat Signal
I knew I liked boys by the time I was in kindergarten, I also knew I liked girls by the time I was in grade five. What I didn’t know at 10 years of age was that you could like both boys and girls. I grew up with a gay mom and a heterosexual dad, I was used to seeing men and women together, as well as women with other women and men with other men. I didn’t know the term “bisexual” or that you could even like both genders. I had never seen it in real life, had never seen it represented on TV or in a movie anywhere, or even heard it discussed. So when I came to the realization that I liked girls, I thought it meant I was like my mom, it meant I was gay too. But I was equally confused because I still liked boys, I always had a crush on one in school and that didn’t go away when I realized I liked girls. Though I didn’t obsess about it, I also didn’t think to ask anyone or bring it up with my mom. It was still a few years before the Internet was readily available and before you could “Google” anything into the home bar and get an answer.
By Adrienne Amy6 years ago in Humans
You Do the Best You Can With What You Have
I wouldn’t change the relationship I have with my mother for the world; she is truly my best friend. Though if you were to meet her and get to know her, then meet me and get to know me, you might not see how it's possible. We could not physically be more different, when you think of mother and daughter “besties,” we are not what comes to mind. We aren’t like the Gilmore Girls; no one confuses us for sisters.
By Adrienne Amy6 years ago in Families
