My boys cry. Not that much of a big deal, maybe. Except that for a long time I tried to make it stop. At times, I down right didn’t allow it. It's not nice to admit but it was the effect it sometimes had on me. Physically. Some crying used to pierce my ears, like … Continue reading Listening to Emotions Can Be Hard.
“Mum, I think Charlie must have had a really big cry!” As my 7-year-old, Charlie and myself had all been together in the garden for the past 20 minutes and Charlie HADN’T cried I was a bit confused. “What do you mean Jimmy?” “Well, Charlie seems all…light.” “Light?” Oddly, I do sometimes use that phrase … Continue reading Connecting With Kids: from laughter to lightness
Sometimes you have no idea why the words are coming out of your mouth. Sometimes your brain is actively trying to STOP the words coming out. Sometimes you hear them as if someone else is saying them. You know its not helpful, might even be unhelpful, but you still can’t stop your lips and tongue … Continue reading Why can’t I Just…Stop…Nagging?
It was like watching Goggle Box. I was viewing the scene from the other side of the street, a stream of judgemental critique flowing through my mind. A young mum was pushing a pram with a toddler trailing behind her, wailing. The Mum was looking ahead, seemingly deaf to the noises her child was making. … Continue reading Parenting Judgement
Anxiety. It’s been a long journey. And we’re not at anywhere resembling a final destination. But we’re not where we started. We’ve been through a few stations, got stuck in a few tunnels, visited the buffet car, and seen some views. When my son was 3-years old he found conversations with relatives unnerving. When he … Continue reading Not the Final Destination, but We’re Getting There.
We were doing ok, my two sons, my husband and I. We had our share of sibling arguments, the universal family struggles of getting the kids out of the door on time, with teeth brushed, coats on, water bottles and everything. No huge issues. But SURELY family life could be better than mildly (or hugely) … Continue reading Don’t Call me Shirley