Just The Two Of Us
Being a single mother is an adventure to relish says CHERYL AMBROSE, who refuses to have it any other way.

I’m tired of those sympathetic looks strangers automatically offer when they find out that I’m a single mother and have been for all but a few months of my daughter’s life. So stop it. The truth is I absolutely adore the situation and wouldn’t trade it for the world (although I might make an exception for Johnny Depp).

I’ve always been a renegade of sorts, refusing to conform to the whims of society and not giving a damn what anyone thinks. Not that I grew up with grandeur visions of making it on my own. But over the years, I’ve come to realise that when things happen, it’s best to go with the flow rather than fight it.

The few short-lived relationships since my divorce many moons ago is proof enough that I do better on my own because I’m set in my ways. Now some might look at that as a negative thing but not me. I love being different. I love being wacky. Almost a Phoebe, as C, my eight-year- old, would say in reference to the quirky Friends character.

And what better partner to be quirky with than a child who is free of preconceived notions of how grown-ups should act? They much prefer it if we embrace the craziness, I’ve learnt.