All posts tagged: children

And, that was that

Just a few weeks ago, I walked my son to and from his reception year at school for the very last time. THE LAST TIME. He is still yet to turn 5.  An August born baby, he is the youngest in his year and will turn 5 a week before he enters Year 1, just as many of his classmates will begin to celebrate their 6th birthday. Looking back, he probably was not ready to start school when he did.  Although at the time, we did not fully appreciate this. I decided not to delay his start at school until he was 5, which would have meant missing reception year and entering straight into Year 1. I also did not want to push his entry into reception back by a few months, as I thought it would be harder on him to join an already established class. Besides, he was ready for school in so many ways. At his nursery, he was a very popular, bright and articulate 3-year old boy who was exceeding pre-school expectations. Although in my …

Dad’s Home!

The Greek God(zilla) is back from his stint in Brazil and has wasted no time at all in resuming all of his favourite activities; watching football, sleeping and lighting the barbecue. This means that time has also been called on the mini spa break I was having of my own as I resume all of my usual activities; picking socks up from the bedroom floor, listening to the constant whir of the washing machine, and being expected to participate in conversations about football. Although, all of that ME time was starting to get a little bit boring anyway. Our son has wasted no time in picking up where he left off too.  The Greek God(zilla) was barely through the door before being jumped on and asked for presents.  Then, it was all about Daddy.  There was nothing I could do to please our 4-year old. He did not want me to read him stories, help brush his teeth, talk to him in the bath, or give him breakfast. Only Daddy would do. For everything! If the Greek God(zilla) went upstairs …

We Need to Talk About the M-Word

Miscarriage. About one in four pregnancies will end this way and yet for something that is sadly so common, most people still know so very little about it. People who have experienced the hurt of a miscarriage feel uncomfortable and embarrassed even, to talk about it. I am not sure if this is because we are told it is taboo to announce a pregnancy before the magic 12-weeks, so feel any loss before then will not be accepted as real. Is a pregnancy in its first 3-months less wanted, less planned for, less loved? Does a woman who loses her baby at 11-weeks have less right to feel as devastated than one who miscarried at 13-weeks? Miscarriage is utter crap at whatever stage it happens. It does not feel like a heavy period – physically or emotionally. It is not something that you can get over with a cup of hot tea and a hug.  Although that is still nice, obviously. It is devastating. It is confusing. And, it is terrifying. It was not supposed …

The Arrival of a Younger Model

Bear was a gift from my Grandparents when my son was born. He joined a collection of various other stuffed animals in the nursery, until the day after my Grandad died, when my then 14-month old son picked Bear out from the pile and has never let him fall far from his sight since. I am not sure I believe that my Grandad paid a supernatural visit to my son, or if it is merely a coincidence, but the timing both spooked and comforted us all. Bear sleeps next to our now 4-year old boy.  He comes on holidays with us.  He joins us at the breakfast table. Bear is another member of our family. As far as our son is concerned, Bear also has equal voting rights when it comes to making important decisions over whether to have Cheerios or Weetabix for breakfast; or watch Jake and the Neverland Pirates or The Tigger Movie again. Bear has been there to hold on to when our son has been sick, tired, or inconsolable over not …