Wednesday, March 26, 2025

Opinion Piece- Young Mothers

Young Mums Face an Unfair Stigma in a Society That Sets Them Up to Struggle


For generations, having children at a young age was the norm. Our grandmothers and great-grandmothers were often married and raising families by their early twenties. But in today’s society, young mothers are met with judgment rather than support, as though having children before a certain age is somehow a mistake rather than a personal choice.  


The reality is that young mums are put in a harder position than most, not because of their age, but because of the circumstances they face. The housing and cost of living crisis in Victoria has made it near impossible for many families to get ahead, but younger mothers are particularly vulnerable. They often don’t have the same financial stability, career progression, or homeownership opportunities as those who have children later in life. Rather than being supported, they are told they should have “waited” or “planned better,” as if the system wasn’t already working against them.  


A report highlighted that single mothers comprised the majority of the 360 women who sought family crisis accommodation last year. Additionally, research indicates that single parents often allocate more than 30% of their income to housing, compared to 14% for couple families. These statistics highlight the urgent need for targeted support, as young mothers are disproportionately impacted by the housing crisis, making it even harder for them to secure stable living conditions for themselves and their children.  


The stigma surrounding young mothers also ignores a fundamental truth: age does not determine the quality of parenting. I have spoken to many women who had children later in life, and they often reflect on how they lacked the same energy for their younger kids as they did when they were in their twenties. Parenting comes with challenges at any stage of life, and young mothers should not be dismissed as less capable simply because they started their journey earlier.  


Instead of judgment, we should be advocating for better resources and support systems for young mothers. Affordable childcare, better access to housing, and financial assistance shouldn’t be privileges reserved for those who fit a societal ideal of the “perfect” age to have children. If we truly want what’s best for children, we need to start by ensuring their mothers, regardless of their age, have the tools they need to succeed.  


The conversation needs to shift. Young mums are not a burden, and they shouldn’t have to constantly prove their worth as parents. They are simply doing what mothers of all ages do: doing their best to raise their children in a world that too often refuses to make it easy.  

Saturday, December 21, 2024

Norse Mythology Fictional Piece

 Freyja

The halls of Sessrúmnir shimmered with the soft glow of golden light, the morning sun reflecting off towering crystal windows. 


Freyja moved gracefully through the grand chamber, her footsteps light against the polished marble floors. Her cloak of falcon feathers rested on her shoulders, though she wore it loosely, a symbol of her dual role as warrior and goddess.  


The air smelled of blooming roses, lavender, and the faint trace of mead—a concoction she'd requested from the palace cooks to honor a feast later in the day. All around her, attendants moved with hushed reverence, stealing glances at her as she passed.  


It wasn't unusual. Freyja was well accustomed to the attention her presence commanded. She was the goddess of love, after all. Her golden hair flowed like a river of sunlight down her back, and her eyes held the clarity of the clearest summer skies. Today, she wore a simple yet elegant gown of shimmering silver that caught the light with every movement.  


As she entered the main courtyard, a pair of sleek, muscular cats padded after her, their fur shining like molten gold. They brushed against her legs, purring deeply, and she smiled as she bent to scratch behind their ears.  


"Always so loyal," she murmured. "Even in peace, you never leave my side."  


Around her, warriors paused mid-training, their sparring faltering as they caught sight of her. Some lowered their weapons entirely, while others puffed up their chests, attempting to appear more impressive in her presence.

Thursday, March 21, 2024

Poetry

 Carousel 🎠 


To be beautiful,

To be seen,

Even when spiraling,

Begging by all means.


To be free,

Yet barred.

Fictional writing

 The small town of Upton, had always been a place of peculiar occurrences. 


As the light sun began its descent in 1985, casting a  glow over the familiar streets, it seemed like a peaceful haven. 


Yet, for someone like me, who had come to Upton in search of a fresh start, it was a town brimming with mysteries waiting to unfold.


I stood on the porch of my small, weathered house, gazing at the fading light of the day. 


My vintage car, a relic from a different era, was parked nearby, a symbol of the journey that had led me here. 


With my auburn hair catching the evening breeze and my eyes filled with a mix of confidence and vulnerability, I couldn't help but feel like an outsider in this seemingly ordinary place.


The quiet was abruptly shattered by the roar of a car engine, echoing through the neighborhood. 

Opinion piece- Riverine Herald

 


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