There is a universal law that exists that states that the end of a school term pretty much sucks. The level of suckiness depends on whether it is term one or term four, but overall, the week leading up to school holidays is long and exhausting and, in my case, rarely my finest work. At…
Inside Thoughts Out Loud
Hope. Because maybe being brave shouldn’t be the only thing that matters.
Charlie turns nine this year. One moment I’m the mother to a sweet and funny little boy who is agreeable and trusting, who calls me mummy, who places his sticky, squishy little hand into mine, who demands back tickles and songs about sunshine and who would delight in entertaining me with glorious stories full of…
My seven year old called me an idiot and I feel like I’m failing as a parent
Last week my sweet, kind, spirited and funny little boy called me an idiot. And I felt my heart crack. As he has grown from toddlerhood to boyhood we’ve had our standard supply of tantrums and meltdowns. Typical and normal, a manifestation of big emotions, tiredness, hanger and expected patterns of behaviour for his age…
We capture the firsts, but what about the lasts?
Anchored in what felt the baby and toddler time warp, I would think ahead to the future, because you know, ‘this to shall pass’ is the obligatory mother manta, and I would wonder what it would be like when there would be no more anxiety around sleeping, napping and wake times. No more smooshed sultanas…
I turned 50 and though I wasn’t feeling invisible, I felt irrelevant
I turned 50 on the weekend. When I was young, 50 sounded old, an inconceivable time far into the future. Yet here I am, at a milestone because so far so good that I’ve made it to this point. #halfacentury I hadn’t really thought too much about it, age being just a number and there…
“I smell hand sanitiser”
Walking through a national park, surrounded by nature and not the confines and walls of our own home, I sensed a shift and began to think that maybe we were nearing the end of the corona time warp. Nothing like a pandemic to mess with ones sparkle. I’m not very good at being at one…