TRIGGER WARNING: This post is about death and loss. Please keep yourselves safe.
One year ago today, one of my oldest friends lost his girlfriend suddenly and silently. 965 more words
One of the hardest things about being a mother, I’ve found, is the certain knowledge that someone somewhere is judging you and finding you wanting. In the age of social media, where our actions and interactions are scrutinised daily by random strangers, there will always be somebody waiting in the wings to tear you down. 753 more words
It’s been a long road, hasn’t it? There are so many things I remember from the last 18 months.
I remember sitting on a vinyl sofa at a soft play centre, cradling you in my arms as you slept, knowing exactly what was wrong with you and being terrified of the journey that it could take us on. 967 more words
Something which strikes me as very typical is happening with my second child; he is growing up with second child syndrome. I mean, I think in general he is just less high-maintenance than his brother, so he isn’t phased when O snatches a toy from him or knocks him down. 803 more words