My mum was 16 when I was born, she had a hard time- no family around and no partner. But she was, and is, a very good mum.
It was always just me and her. We lived in houseshares until I was seven and then we got a flat
The first house was by a library and we always had tons of books in the house. Our library had toys, videos and audiobooks as well so I had lots of things to play with and she was always around, playing with me, teaching me to read and singing along to the radio.
She worked in a nursery so I could go there at reduced rates.
I was very happy as a kid, a lot of things weren't ideal and it was hard for her but she never let the bad stuff affect me. I was always clean and tidy, so was our bedroom, and she was always around to help me with school and she is the kindest and most clever person that I know.
Its sad looking back at everything she gave up to have me and to keep me safe, she only had her first boyfriend when she was 34 and I was 18. She missed out on so much and I know she must have been lonely. She got her degree part time while I was in school and has a job she loves now but it took so much longer for her to get there than it would have if she hadn't had to raise a child alone at the same time.
As an adult, I am so grateful to her and still think she is amazing.