I’m a parent now almost ten years. I’ve the scars to prove it. Along with the joy, the happiness, the sense of pride and achievement I’ve dealt with the downsides too. I like to think I’ve soldiered through well. I’ve battled colic. At least twice. I’ve removed headlice and soothed…
There’s no denying that the baby and toddler years are hard. The physical exhaustion, the constantly being covered in someone else’s body fluids sometimes outweight the marvel of having created a child. The neediness, supreme dependence, the constant need for the child to be held, the lack of lie ins,…
I’m in the supermarket, my toddler is complaining that this is the wrong shop, kicking, shouting, making herself heard. I’m on the school run, one child runs ahead purposefully, not wanting to be seen with the littler ones, another wants to balance on every kerb along the way. I’m at home in the…
The boys’ school reports arrived this week. Their teachers said nice things about them and used words like “mannerly” and “polite”. We checked that we’d been sent the right kids’ reports, then smiled smugly at one another that something had sunk in and patted one another on the back for…
This morning I told a friend that I thought my three year old had really turned a corner, that he had more of a handle on his emotions and that he had gone almost a week without throwing a tantrum. I was delighted that he had matured so much, even…
I know that by writing this post I’m in danger of being labelled “one of those” parents. I’m not sure exactly what that means, which colour coded bin that I’ll be fitted neatly into, but it seems to me that as a parent every interaction that I have with my children…
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