I love you mum
She might not be here with me, but I know that her memories live on with me and my children. What I wouldn’t give for another day with my mum, one last good bye, one last hug. I would never let her go.
She might not be here with me, but I know that her memories live on with me and my children. What I wouldn’t give for another day with my mum, one last good bye, one last hug. I would never let her go.
arriet over at Plan B, wrote a really interesting post about how far would you trust your husband and as with all great posts, it really got me thinking. She referenced the post from The Guardian I about being a foundation parent and the fact that woman remain the foundation parent in the household and how this is very 1950’s.
The reason it got me thinking is how very different to my life it is. I was a stay at home mom when the boys were small. we made sacrifices and returned back to our native North East of England so that I could remain at home and be the boys primary care giver and influencer and look after them during the day, however, this has never meant that I am in sole charge of them and the house and when MadDad steps back through that door he takes on more than his fair share of the work.
My boys are like chalk and cheese, as I have said before. Maxi was writing by age three, whereas, Mini really doesn’t enjoy mark making or writing. He is a perfectionist and gets upset that it doesn’t look like he thinks it is supposed to, this isn’t helping in mu opinion with the school teaching
I read somewhere and for the life of me I can not remember where something about parents who’s children eat everything shouldn’t be smug. Why? Why can I let people know about the crap sides of my life, but not the good things? I am a proud mum and yes I am somewhat smug, my
My boys are LOUD. Which means that I have to shout to be herd over their noise. I didnt realise this until we stayed with friends this last week and it really brought it home to me just how much noise me and the boys make. So the fact that I woke up with
The news and Internet is filled with this is the best way to parent and this is the best way to be a mum and in my experience often it is other woman, other mothers who are hardest and most judgemental of all. Why is this? I have come to the conclusion (and I am
I blogged last year about our Christmas traditions, about creating memories and making our own traditions as a family. Including a little of mine and MadDads best Christmas’s and sprinkling some new things, some things that are unique to us and to our life. I want these tradition to cement the boys memories of their