It’s nighttime now. The boys are in bed, fast asleep.  Eventually.  After an epic battle of wills. My four year olds gangly limbs tucked up as he curls into a ball, his downy lashes resting on his cheek, as the insolence and temper tantrums of today melt away.  He looks… View Post

Some days parenting is hard. Scratch that, some days parenting feels like you’re headed into war with no way to defend yourself. The days you are sleep deprived, the days that they are sleep deprived. The days filled with tantrums, the days filled with sulking. The days that are on… View Post

Three terrorist attacks in as many months in the UK and for many the cry is “we are not afraid” life carries on as normal.  By halting our plans, our days we are letting them win.  And it’s okay to feel like that. Yet for others, fear is leading them… View Post

In just over a week’s time my eldest son will finish his first year of school.  My very first baby?  Finishing his first year of school?  It doesn’t seem like yesterday that he was just starting, and before that, that he was still my tiny baby. Last September I waved… View Post