When I repeated, to the incomprehensible Buddhist monk who presided over my wedding, that I would honour the moon and the bees or whatever it was, I did not envision that, 13 years down the track, I would be a single mother home-schooling a fourth-wave-feminist child obsessed with cheese, Kate Middleton and serial killers. But here I am educating Bethesda, now 13, and learning a few things myself. For example, I’ve discovered that a mother can both execute eight unrelated tasks simultaneously and function on homeopathic amounts of sleep. I’ve also discovered just how good a child’s happiness can feel. In retrospect, the fact that nothing much about my wedding was conventional should have warned me that it might have an unusual ending.

Source: The Times September 28, 2019 23:05 UTC