I am currently pregnant with my fifth baby and wanted to share a few must haves I have learnt along the way.
I cannot believe we have been on the summer holidays for a week already! It’s been a crazy but happy week.
Half term this year has been a bit of a strange one. I have been with the children all week yet I don’t feel I spent time with them. The goal of the week was to get through to Friday. My precious Nans funeral.
Miss 9 has become Miss 10. Having a ten year old means I now have been a Mummy for a decade! The things I have learnt in this time, the things I never imagined to have happened and how my little family are my world.
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Am I Normal Yet? deals with several issues very close to my heart. The core theme portrayed to me before reading was feminism. But to me the true heart of this book was the effects of anxiety and depression on a teenage girl. I know this is a lonely, dark and very scary place to be.
A letter to my son the night before he starts school.
To my baby boy on the night before you start school
I can not believe this time has come already. You are only 4 and I am letting you out into the big wide world. Where has the time gone where you were a new born snuggled into my arms, a toddler taking your first stumbling steps or a Pre Schooler chatting away constantly. How I now wish I had savoured each and every moment. I have so many beautiful memories tucked away in my heart but how I wish I could make more.
Do you find it hard to get your children to talk about their day? Find out how I have got my children to open up about their day at school.
“What have you been up to today?”
Does this sound familiar to you? It’s the usual reply I get from my children at the school gate. That or “it was boring”, “not a lot” the list of non committal answers is endless! I, as you do, know that these answers aren’t true. You also know yourself how you feel when you’ve finished a day at work, you don’t want to be bombarded with questions.
Miss 8 can bottle things up. I always know when she’s worried about something as she gets stroppy, short tempered and she’s very hard to live with. It breaks my heart as I just want her to talk to me. Yet often I’m sure she doesn’t always realise something is wrong herself.
To My Angel Baby
I never got to hold you, to smell your beautiful baby smell. I never got to hear your heartbeat or feel you move around inside of me. I never got to tell your sister and two brothers all about you or see you wriggle on a scan. I never got to give birth to you, hear your first cries and feel that overwhelming feeling of love.
Miss 8 asked me today “Why are you so mean?”. A question which stopped me in my tracks and tore at my heart. Massively. I walked out of the room wanting to calm down and gather my thoughts before responding.