Clare Macnaughton is a modern military mother; a feminist British military spouse and lifestyle journalist writing about real life adventures.
As well as blogging a few off at the Huff Post UK
A few years ago, I co-wrote, in conjunction with a serving Royal Marine Major, Immediate Response, a battlefield memoir about the role of Chinooks in Afghanistan, which was published by Michael Joseph, in September 09. In the second week of sales entered at number 9 in The Sunday Times hardback non-fiction top 10 bestseller list.
In February this year I self published via Createspace A Modern Military Mother – Tales from the Domestic Frontline available via Amazon worldwide and also Budgens in Codford St Mary, Wiltshire. It’s a collection of thoughts and reflections about love, life, marriage and war. Sometimes funny, sometimes sad, it’s well worth a read.
About A Modern Military Mother
- Military Writers Society of America
- The Society of Women Writers & Journalists
- The Society of Authors
I started the blog A Modern Military Mother to help explain life from the other side of the British military. There are so many misconceptions about military life that I felt it was time to put the record straight.
Originally, it was for women, like myself, who are married to the military and often are raising their kids alone married, single and celibate. But some of the women, who are military spouses, don’t feel that I should be representative of their voice. I write the blog now as a reflection of my own experiences in a decade of marriage to a man who serves in the military. This is my truth.
For the first three years of my son’s life my husband was at home on average, at the most, for around 6 months in every one of those years. It was hard for him and my husband as they were very disconnected from each other and as our lives were so fragmented the constant re-integration was challenging.
The idea for the blog came when one day I was sitting on a train to London. I’d got up at 7am, dressed the kids, given them their breakfast, dropped off my 20 month old daughter at nursery and dropped off my son at school. I drove from Dorset to Reading, parked at the station and caught a train. My journey was interrupted because there was a fatality on the track and we were then sent back to Reading where I embarked on another train to Waterloo. While I was waiting on the train, as it slowly filled up to the gunwhales, another milly wife walked past the train window. Her journey had been impacted by the same event. She is based in Oxfordshire and is an oncologist trying to get the Nobel Peace Prize by finding a cure for cancer. We spoke on the phone. Her husband was deployed. She had an incredibly important presentation to give in London. Her son was in childcare in Oxford and she had no back up to collect him. It was during this conversation, in my head I began to draft a blog. I called it A Modern Military Mother not because I am the mother of someone who is serving, but because I am a mother whose parenting choices are continually impacted by my decision to marry someone in the military. In this respect I see myself as a modern, military mother.
A very good friend of mine has a son who is serving and I feel her aching when he is deployed. I think it is harder for the mothers of the serving than it is for the wives. The love I feel for my children is unconditional. The modern military mothers whose children serve, endure the agony and the ecstacy of parenting greater than most. I have nothing but the upmost respect and admiration for them.
This is the blog of a modern, military spouse, who is a mother to her children and so therefore I have called it A Modern Military Mother. That’s me that is..
Hagar the Horrible aka Hagar Wee Jock Poo-Pong McPlop
The Grenade – 11 years old.
The Menace – 6 years old.
Pippin MC – the resident Lion.