My baby was 5 recently.
A whole half a decade.
The time has flown by but of course, like every parent, I can barely remember what life was like without him.
I look at him now – so tall, so grown up, so articulate, so funny, so capable of pushing my buttons at a moment’s notice – and realise how enriched my life has become since he came into it. Continue reading A better person
I am a girl.
Well, I’m actually a woman.
But in the context of being the mother of a four year old boy, I’m a girl.
I fart. Loudly and with impunity. Continue reading Girls fart
I’ve always wondered about the formation of friendships – how they come about, why we make friends with certain people, and where gender comes in to it. Do we naturally gravitate towards same-sex friendships in childhood and adulthood? Or do we take people at face value for who they are as individuals and what we have in common, regardless of gender? Continue reading Litte boy friendships: an observation not an informed comment
As I collapse into bed after another day of familiar wet kisses, sticky pats on the face and the absent-minded innocent gropes of little hands down my cleavage searching for comfort, I realise that the last few years of my life have been all about touch. Continue reading The life cycle of touch