I woke up on my first Mother’s Day to the news of violent scenes at Sarah Everard’s vigil. Feeling heartbroken, my prayers turned to Sarah’s mother, and all the mothers who have lost children. I then spoke to a friend who is fostering a one-year-old baby and I felt in awe of her, and of all the carers who look after children who need love.
“I then gazed at my own three-month-old son and thanked my lucky stars, for a love I never knew possible. I hope the world we have brought him into is more full of love and understanding than it seems these days. I think of my own Mother who brought me up alone and wonder how the hell she managed, and of my Grandmothers who never got to meet my baby, but feel their strength in me.
“I wonder how long I’m going to go without sleep for, but I know I will do whatever it takes for my son to be safe and well.”
- Jennifer Byrne, Head of Video & Audio at The Face, London.