Growing up in a Blended Family 5

Written by Rebecca |


I grew up in what was considered an unconventional family. I grew up with my Dad, Taid and Nain. And the dog, cannot forget the dog!

(I should point out that Taid is my grandfather and Nain is my grandmother)

Recently, and when I say recently I mean in the last couple of years, someone said to me that I’d “done well for yourself, considering”. “Considering”? I pressed this person as to what “considering” meant. In their opinion, the fact that I came from my hometown (*) and from a “broken home” meant that statistically I shouldn’t be where I am today.

* my hometown has a reputation of being a bit “rough” but for me, it’s home.

A “Broken Home”?

Taid Jimmy

Taid Jimmy

In the great game of statistics, I’m considered to be a child of a broken home. Parents separated blah di blah. One thing I can say with absolute certainty is that this was not a broken home. Whilst it wasn’t the usual 2.4 children scenario, it was an extremely happy home.

Looking back, I don’t recall any sadness. The only sadness came by way of a scraped knee or “popo pen”. The usual childhood worries. The love was everywhere. There was never a moment when I didn’t feel loved.

We took family holidays together. They weren’t holidays abroad. No we were a caravanning family. Summer holidays were trips to Borth near Aberystwyth or to Chester to see my cousins. Taid and the dog used to stay at home though. Taid wasn’t really the caravanning kind and after THAT incident in Crewe, the dog was banned from ever going caravanning!

(THAT incident in Crewe involved a dog, a busy zebra crossing and the need to relieve itself)

How Dare You!

So, for someone to say that I came from a broken home, it gets my back right up! How dare anyone say that my happy childhood family was broken. In my opinion a married couple with kids, whilst conventional and statistically not a broken home, can be in cases more broken than the unconventional families.

I HATE the term broken home. If there’s love and stability, then who cares what the composition of that family is?

What are your thoughts?


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5 thoughts on “Growing up in a Blended Family

  • Topfivemum

    I also hate this term. My parents got divorced when I was 3 and I rarely saw my dad but our step dad pretty much brought us up as his own. Our childhood was also a happy one (me and my brother). The term was actually said by my own mum, although in a well meaning way. She’d often go above the call of duty to prove that she was managing fine and say things like ‘I don’t want anyone saying you’re from a broken home’. Ironically she’s the only person who ever said that term. If she hadn’t, i’d never even know what it meant! Ironic eh?! So I agree with you 100%. There’s no such thing as a broken home and noone has the right to say it. Thanks for a great post xx

  • Anca

    My parents divorced too when I was a child. So, my family was made out of me, my mother and my grandfather. Of course having both parents and a happy family is the best option, but I don’t think other types of families are “broken”, just different.