Dads

Dear mum’s of growing boys. Help me! My son is six. He is wading clumsily through days heavy with adventure. Sticky ice creams and skimming his knees climbing anything in…

My words may be clumsy, stumbling, likely sound self-involved. Perhaps they are. Honesty and raw feelings don’t always translate smoothly onto a page the way my heart wants them to.…

Motherhood. Whilst it stumbles along slowly in those first few exhausted weeks has flown by for me in a haze of being. Being patient, being tired, being proud, being angry,…

I have a father, obviously, it is a biological must for procreation. (Unless my mother is some kind of reproduction wizard, or is a biblical dungarees wearing miracle.) My dad…

Shared parenting, co parenting, separate parents…So many words and so many feelings. Two days a fortnight. Friends urge me to drink copious amounts of wine when my little boy visits…

What do you hear yourself saying to your children? Is it just me or do you find yourself CONSTANTLY repeating the same things as a parent? Hurry up, Put that…