There was never any doubt that today would result in tears. Mine were a certainty, Charlie’s less so and MM kept it cool. Proud but cool. I justified my tears by telling Charlie that they were happy tears, because it was an exciting day and a special time. We are trying to teach him that all…
joy
I was emotionally derailed by a Kindy concert
I am watching Charlie doing the moves to “Santa wear your shorts” it is the night of his Kindy concert, I’m smiling and laughing and then suddenly I am holding back tears I didn’t even realise I was holding on to. I hold my breath and suddenly I am remembering when he was a newborn, a time when advice, solicited…
Where do (IVF) babies come from daddy?
Charlie is at the sweet age when he says some funny shit. It’s astonishing the things that young children say but it’s only when you live with the running commentary of a little person that you appreciate the randomness of their thoughts. “Do giants eat houses for breakfast?” “Will I melt if I touch the…
Me, myself and anxiety
Anxiety manifests itself in many ways. Physically and or psychologically, fears and phobias. My version is generally centred around health and an intense fear of those close to me getting sick. Really sick. It’s not something that consumes me, it surfaces when everything is going well and then someone (usually MM or Charlie) complains of feeling…
Three year olds – a survival guide
Years ago I remember a friend telling me that parenting a child aged three is magic. At the time I thought it was such a lovely thing to say. Her declaration came at a time when I was still in that very early newborn phase which to me was also a bit like the honeymoon phase…
This is three
Charlie was just six weeks old when someone said to me that the days are long but the years are short. I was a new mum, truly and madly in love with my son but I also had this weird anxiety about everything so any snippet of wisdom offered to me I grabbed much the…