We are a bit like plants, and our children are too. Some environments help us to blossom, and some are more of a struggle. Put us in the right soil, with exactly the right amount of cold, heat, and water, and we’ll take off like a tree and blossom amazingly. Put us in a place […]
This is as much a reminder to me as to you! I find that we often don’t think we are successful or clever at something because the stuff we have done well at often comes easily to us. I remember being guilty about revising English, because Maths and Physics was harder. One of my resolutions […]
I normally write a letter about my year and send it out with Christmas cards, but this year I’m too late, so instead I thought I’d write a blog post. Hopefully some of my friends will get to see it. I like writing this sort of thing, its probably very selfish, but it gives me […]
It’s been a weird 6 months, I appear to have been in mega ‘declutter your life’ mode. You would have thought that giving birth to little dimples, and curly headed boy going to primary school would have been enough really, plus getting really sick. But I appear to have been on a mission. Maybe it’s because now I have […]
I’ve unravelled some of my discomfort last week with curly headed boy starting school, so I feel much clearer this morning. Apart from the obvious Rite of Passage, it’s because there has to be a compromise and there is no such thing as a perfect school. Please Note, I’m a very fond mummy, but I’m […]
It’s against everything we’ve ever been told not to do, and everything that a Mother feels is right. But there we all are, handing our children over to someone we’ve hardly met. The only reason I have met Curly Headed Boy’s new primary school teacher is because her son was at his nursery in a […]
I cried the last morning morning I dropped curly headed boy at nursery 8 weeks ago. I cried when I picked him up. I cried when I bought his school uniform 3 weeks ago. I cried when I cuddled him last night. And I cried when I dropped him off this morning at primary school. […]
This week is a perfect example of the dichotomy of a Mum’s life, the confusion between pleasure and pain, all at the same time (you know, like the ‘muller yogurt’ adverts, where there is no pleasure without pain). So my ‘little boy’ spent his last day at nursery. I sobbed as I arrived to drop […]
Dealing with choosing schools, making the ‘right’ decision and rejections from schools.