The other day I told you that it was soon going to be International Women’s Day. I should not have been surprised that your immediate response to this information was to ask when it was going to be International Kid’s Day, to which I hastily replied, ‘that would be every day.’ Pretty sure I saw…
raising boys
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…
Don’t tell me “boys will be boys”
I have been back and forth trying to decide to write this post or not because I’m not sure if I’m looking for advice or trying to give it and trust me, I am not the parent who should be dishing out parenting advice. Right now my son should be sleeping but instead he is playing in…