It’s every parent’s nightmare isn’t it – a tearaway kid – but if I’m honest, I can’t control my child. I often find myself worrying what others think about my lack of parental control. I’m sure it’s a fear of mums everywhere, but sometimes I worry that, as a single mum, the judging will flow more…
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Toddler Talk: Funny Things My Toddler Says
Toddler talk is hilarious, I’ve been keeping a track of some of my favourite sayings from my toddler over the last year. What funny things does your little one say? Toddler Talk for Science/ Maths “Mummy I don’t have a shadow, it’s too dark, I‘m not here!” I can’t see my eyes. Is the sun made of…
10 Ways I’m Raising A Feminist Son
As a feminist I’m all about equality – equality for girls and boys; men and women. Here are some of the ways I’m raising a feminist son and passing on my feminist zeal. 1. Teaching consent. My son is a cuddly little thing, sometimes he asks first, but he often just dives right in and, let’s be honest, some…
Motherhood: The Art Of Mothering
Mother – it’s a word we hear and use nearly every single day. So what is mothering? Is there a way we all mother? Is there an art it? What shared experiences bring us together on our motherhood journey? Some of us go down the breastfeeding route, others bottle feed, some of us cry it…
A Letter To My Rainbow Baby
To my rainbow baby, Rainbow baby – I only learnt the term after your birth and it felt so apt. I smiled to picture you as a rainbow. That is exactly what you are – a colourful beam of joy, appearing at the end of a dark and dismal time. I’ve talked about my miscarriage before. Finding…
The Miscarriage
Trigger warning: This post goes into details of miscarriage. There are support links at the end of this post. Baby loss awareness week starts today. Like many women, I’ve suffered baby loss. At the time I felt like there were so few stories of baby loss out there that no-one knew what it meant –…
The Good Times
I have written a lot about the challenges of motherhood – single motherhood especially. As I put up posts like missing in action and this shit just got real, I worry that should I, or my son, (or really anyone) look back on this blog in years to come and think that this is the whole…
My Depression Diagnosis: Getting Help In Real Time
Six weeks ago I received a depression diagnosis, signed off work and given a prescription for prozac. This is my story so far. The first few days Last night I took the pill. Washed it back with a glass of water. Three seconds later I was panicking. Freaking out. Losing it. I texted a friend, confirmed I was just…
Keeping Mum: Why Do We Shush Mums?
It’s a strange thing isn’t it? That mum means, well, to be a mum, but to keep mum means being silent. How does that work? Mums are supposed to be silent? Granted, the origins of the two ‘mums’ are different, but it seems like a pretty neat coincident considering mums are being shushed wherever we go.…
My Drug
Though you leave, there is no reprieve, From the ties that bind us. The craving waiting to wash over me. The relief your presence brings, But brief respite from a hunger I cannot suppress. The part of my story, That brings me sweet, sweet glory Even on the hazy days. Awaiting your return, I cannot…