My son is conflicted at the moment. He’s struggling to make up his mind about what he wants to be when he grows up. He swings between astronaut, movie director and archaeologist and thinks he has to have decided by the time he’s 16. He’s 5.
My “baby” is fast approaching his third birthday at the end of this month. The sun has shone every June since he arrived into the world and at this time every year I find myself thinking “it was a beautiful day like this when my labour started and our baby was born.” It’s like it was only yesterday and yet, so long ago too. A friend sent me an old photo recently that she had on her phone from when he was about six months old, and I barely recognised those chubby cheeks and gorgeous rolls of fat. Continue reading Tales of parenting moments gone by
Do you remember when you were small and sick?
It didn’t happen very often so you remember the tiny details.
Your little body heaving up over the toilet bowl. That awful, bitter taste in your mouth. The sensation that it was coming again and there’s nothing you can do about it. Continue reading Being Sick
I’m hoping this is going to be one of those “you’re not alone” posts and someone reads this and says “hey, that’s me!”. I think I would have liked to read about this when my baby was still a squish. It sprung to mind to write it this weekend when myself and a little boy hung out on the couch cuddling and watching too much Dora (Swiper, no swiping! Swiper, no swiping!), while a little fever overcame the smallest of us. Continue reading A little note on mothering a “high need” child