Charlie turns nine this year. One moment I’m the mother to a sweet and funny little boy who is agreeable and trusting, who calls me mummy, who places his sticky, squishy little hand into mine, who demands back tickles and songs about sunshine and who would delight in entertaining me with glorious stories full of…
Daily Musings
A stranger complimenting me on my legs is not a compliment
Last week, whilst standing on the footpath, waiting for an Uber, a man, that I did not know, paid me a compliment. I love a compliment, I happily give them and almost always will take one, but this time, it made me feel….. uneasy. I had just dropped my car off for a service, dressed…
To the mums who are thinking of returning to (paid) employment
Let’s be abundantly clear about something. Being a parent is hard. The physical demands of keeping a small person alive and breathing and the responsibility of nurturing and taking care of their emotional needs feels like A LOT, because it is A LOT. As lovely as it is, it is also relentless. I was never…
Why Bluey makes me feel bad about my parenting
Any parent of a small person not living under a rock (even if they wish there were) would know of Bluey. Set in Brisbane, it is a celebration of family life and is infinitely relatable. It’s the Peppa Pig of Australia which is excellent news because Peppa is obnoxious and annoying. The episodes are diverse…
My friend’s son has ADHD, and this is what I want other parents to know.
I have spoken in the past about a friendship that I’m lucky to have. A wonderful, funny, kind and super smart lady who I met through our mutual acupuncturist when we were both undergoing IVF treatment. A serendipitous friendship that took an unexpected turn when we became pregnant within a week of each other. We…
An open letter to my son about International Women’s Day
The other day I told you that it was soon going to be International Women’s Day. I should not have been surprised that your immediate response to this information was to ask when it was going to be International Kid’s Day, to which I hastily replied, ‘that would be every day.’ Pretty sure I saw…