Well, here I am. A 34-year-old solo mum, with my six-year-old right by my side.

I’ll share more of our story and how this journey has unfolded, but let me start at the beginning.

I always thought life would look different. And honestly, who doesn’t? No one really plans for this kind of life. Yes, I know some people intentionally choose single parenthood—but being a single parent because of a relationship breakdown, layered with trauma and loss, is something else entirely.

Before I met my ex-husband, I was what you might call a go-getting Christian. Very much an “outward works” kind of person. I served actively in my local church from a young age—about nine years old right through to eighteen—across music, youth, and kids’ ministries. In my early twenties, I attended Bible college and became the secretary of the church I was attending, while also serving in youth, young adults, music, women’s ministry, the prayer team… the list goes on. If the church was doing it, I wanted in—and I mean all in. I shaped my life around church. So, when I say I was a works-based Christian, I truly mean it.

I don’t share this to qualify myself or position myself as someone who has it all together. If anything, I share it to say this: being what the world sees as an “active” Christian doesn’t guarantee a smooth or pain-free life. Sometimes, it can even be the setup for a rude awakening—cue the dim lights and reflective music.

The purpose of this blog is to share the ups and downs of solo parenthood as I’ve experienced it. The societal shifts and expectations. The family and relationship dynamics. The constant juggling, the hurdles, and the quiet victories. And while I write as a solo Christian mum, I know there are many dads who may read this and see themselves reflected too—so a special welcome to you. You are not alone either.

As I write, my prayer is that you find comfort here. That you’re reminded you’re not walking this road by yourself. I would also love to hear your stories, so please feel free to reach out and share.

I plan to update this blog weekly. So, mark your calendars. Make a cuppa. Laugh, cry, and sit with me for a moment. As we remind ourselves that while our parenting journeys may look different—and at times feel heavier—we serve a faithful God who promises never to leave us nor forsake us. Let’s take encouragement from Scripture, pick ourselves up when we need to, and keep going.

May God bless you and keep you,

Lena x