We were driving to my mum’s house last week and some fool had mentioned to Gabriel – my five-year-old boy who has global development delay – that we were on our way to visit Nanny. Gabe has no concept of time and is non-verbal so obviously when Nanny’s house did not appear within 3 seconds he […] Read more…
To my little darling, I want this to be clear. We are not giving up on you. No way. This is not us admitting defeat. Not by a long chalk. Just pressing pause for a bit. Giving you chance to rest. A time out. We’ve all tried. Tried so very hard for four long years. Day in and […] Read more…
In Liverpool where I grew up the phrase “I am on the edge” is much bandied about. It is a brilliant statement that has evolved to comedy status over the years. The chippy was shut and I was starving. Then he couldn’t decide on Maccies or Chinese. I was on the bloody edge. There were […] Read more…
I remember three things clearly. That I had brought two bright blue jumpers in the Oasis sale that morning, I had a horrible cold, and I travelled on the train in first class. It is strange that 14 years later that it is this information that remains ingrained in my brain. Yet I can’t remember the name […] Read more…
Sitting in a local bar a few months ago, I was chatting to a lovely family friend. You know the type that you don’t see that often. The conversation turned to Gabe. How is he doing? Grand, grand, I replied. Doing great. Standard response when out and about. There was a pause so I knew it was coming. […] Read more…
We all get it. That bubbling volcanic rush of blood to the head. When rational thought goes out the window. When you know that you should calm down and defer to reasoning mode, appeal to better natures and what not. BUT you just can’t help it. Hell you don’t much care. Someone is messing […] Read more…
So, my boy, you are starting school.The time has come.Too fast. But here nonetheless.My last baby on your next adventure.The first big chapter that you’ll do alone. When I see all the little ones in their too-big uniforms looking like they are playing dress up, I won’t be the only parent on the school playground […] Read more…
I started blogging two and a half years ago by default really. I didn’t even know ‘mummy and daddy blogs’ existed. There was barely a mention of them on Facebook back then. Now my news feed is littered with shared posts – some funny, others sad, lots truly inspiring. It began when a support group I […] Read more…