From a very young age I could not make sense of the way things were being done in the world around me; with all of the planning, and schooling, and rules, and collecting of things. I was never one of those girls who spent her childhood dreaming of her wedding and naming her future babies.

I never even thought about what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I most certainly was not ever motivated by money, accolades, or prestigious titles.

I just wanted to do what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it.

I wanted freedom.

Because of this, I was stamped as rebellious, troubled, and irresponsible.

Then at the age of 20, I had a baby and everything changed.

By virtue of being a member of society, I’d been imprinted with ideas of what makes a good parent and what makes a bad parent. Because I was madly in love with this little girl, I tried vigorously to shake myself free of the labels from my youth, so as to be the best Mama possible.

I tried my damnedest to be a ‘stand-up...