Tuesday, 12 May 2015

How many ways to say I love you?

Dear Mummy,

You know I love you to the moon and back. Let me prove how much:
  • I promise to wake up early everyday (even before the birds) so we can have longer days together.
  • Rather then shout at you and risk waking up the man existing next to you (aka daddy) I will wriggle around and put my bum in your face instead (soz if it's a bit smelly).
  • Or if you prefer I can wake you gently by sticking my fingers in your mouth. They will be nice and warm from being inside my nappy.
  • I have decided that I do not need to go to nursery anymore and you can give up your job. We can then spend hours at the park and you can push me on the swing until your arms fall off.

Monday, 11 May 2015

To the mummy in the bubble

Hello there

How are you? I want to tell you that you are doing an amazing job in raising your children.

I know that they are the centre of your world and every decision you make in life has them at the core.

I know that you work tirelessly to ensure they will get the best breaks - access to the best education, the right set of friends and social influences. I know that you want them to do well in life, to be the best that they can. I know that you will do anything in your power to ensure this.

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

What would I give for a peep into the future?

As parents we would all love a look into the future. To see our children as adults, thriving and flourishing, making their own way in the world. We'd want to see happy faces, confident demeanours and self-esteem in spades. All so we can pat ourselves on the back and launch a metaphorical high five for a job well done.

Yet when your child is a little different and his future is unlikely to follow a path well-trod, then you might sell your soul to have a peep at what lies around the corner.

Some days you long for a crystal ball to assuage your burning need to take away all the frightening uncertainty.

Monday, 27 April 2015

18 ways you know summer is coming

That shower from Game of Thrones are always banging on about the winter, yet here in our tiny isle we are getting ready for the advent of British Summer Time. It is an unique little event that if you blink you could actually miss it. Nevertheless, as we are optimistic souls, we like to have a good long running jump at it before it actually gets here. We are all about the prep us Brits.

So with May on the horizon here are 18 sure signs that Summer is on its way.

Monday, 13 April 2015

What can I tell you?

On Friday 24th April the third Undiagnosed Children's Day takes place. The aim is to raise awareness of undiagnosed genetic conditions and SWAN UK (syndromes without a name), the charity that offers support and information to families of children affected by these conditions.

What could I tell you about this awareness day and the children it supports? What could I write that would give you a sense of what it is like to have a child living in the unknown? Why is it important? 

What could I tell you that would make a small impression on your heart? That would make you stand still for a second in your busy day and hear about our children? A day that is already overflowing with the demands of your own children, jobs, and your own hopes and fears.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

8 ways Facebook turns me into a bloody brat

Facebook I do love you. How else would I know that my third cousin removed had couscous for the first time on Wednesday, or that Lynne from two roads up is in potty training hell. I like a good nose at people's lives - I really do - but listen you are starting to send me crackers. You make me regress into a teenager (sometimes a toddler) - and no one wants to go back there.

Here's how:

Monday, 30 March 2015

Where can I scream in peace?

Raising a child with additional needs can be very frustrating at times.
There I have said it.

It can be so frustrating, maddening, annoying, aggravating and infuriating that you will want to scream this fact from the top of a mountain.

To anyone. Everyone. Just one person who will listen.

You’ll want to grab them by the lapels and say: “this is damn hard. I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s not fair. Do you hear me? DO YOU?"

Stamp your foot if you will. Kick the dustbin. Holler at the world.

Then at other times - you won’t.
Just won’t.

Life will be dandy. All will be fine and you’ll just go about your business like the next man worrying about how many calories a much-craved chicken tikka masala has in it and whether that small hole in your boot will last until the spring transition to ballet shoes.