Motherhood. Whilst it stumbles along slowly in those first few exhausted weeks time has flown by for me in a haze of being. Being patient, being tired, being proud, being…
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…
My son is five… It is fantastic. It is frustrating. I am flipping exhausted. FRAZZLED. The soundtrack to my days is, mum, mum, mum?! In a growingly persistent little voice.…
Yesterday was my son’s first gym class. I was both excited and nervous. Why? Although he has just turned five, he has separation anxiety. It is an expected stage in…
Who else has power battles with their children? It was bedtime, no actually it was 45 minutes past bedtime and Leo and I were in a Wild West type standoff.…
Watching children sleep every parent feels a profound upsurge of pure love. They look angelic, they are quiet. You remember that you like being a parent; savour the memory,…
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…