I am sat drinking coffee alone in my favourite coffee shop reflecting on the last 12 months. Today is the first day back at school for our boys after we spent a year home educating them. The irony is not lost on me that it was in this coffee shop that we spent our first… Continue reading Why we stopped homeschooling
Two days in to being parents, congratulations! The adrenalin is still running, hormones flowing, body aching and heart bursting. You are besotted with your beautiful boy and cannot bear to take your eyes of him for fear of missing something. Netflix has nothing on watching a newborn sleep. Any parent will tell you that raising… Continue reading Dear Harry and Meghan
You are more than just a mom. Those words actually make me wince. Today is International Women's Day and social media is all lit up with phrases like 'you are more than just a mom, you are a woman, you can rule the world'. Hashtags like #girlboss #bossbabe #girlpower and #thisgirlcan constantly remind us that we… Continue reading Just a mom?
I've written so many blogs but not published them. I've poured my heart into pages and pages of notes. I've felt Gods presence so powerfully and cried so hard while writing that I've had to catch my breath. Many of these words need never be read by anyone other than Jesus. Like many prayers that… Continue reading Finding my purpose
Wednesday is my favourite day of the week. Why? Because it is a downhill slide on your backside to the weekend! Anyone who is parenting one small person (or multiples if you are truly reckless like me) will know that when your other half walks through the door on a Friday you can finally relax… Continue reading You make it possible
So here I am, sat in soft play, trying to bottom out some deadlines before the weekend. It is quieter than usual - possibly because most self-respecting parents don’t palm their kids off to soft play as soon as school’s out on a Friday – and I am trying to dodge the deprecating stares from… Continue reading Working Mom Woes
"It does get easier I promise". The words I gently spoke to a mom at nursery this morning as her son buried his head into her shoulder, crying before we even got through the front door. Her own lip wobbling, and tears filling her eyes, she tried to smile and spoke in a soothing, singing… Continue reading To the mom at the nursery gates