The Soccer Fable
Once upon a time there lived a little family: a daddy, a mummy, with their two little boys and their two little bunnies. In this little family, the daddy worked hard: long hours and late nights. In this little family the mummy juggled: the boys, her work and the house. She read all the parenting…
Read MoreSecond days can be harder than the first
I always knew PJ’s first day at school would be different to his brother’s first day. Not only because he is the second child. Not only because they are such different boys. But because part of me will always believe that PJ is an old soul. He has been here before, done this before, he has…
Read MoreSome things are always important
Some things will always be important. Bed time stories, kisses good night, I love you’s: these are just a few things that will always be an important part of our day, our house and the heart beat that makes up our little family. Some things we never even knew how important they would be, until…
Read MoreImagination is everything
Hands up who is writing Christmas lists? List for Christmas presents, Christmas food, Christmas cards – it doesn’t seem so much the season to be jolly, but the season to be list making! At our place we are going around and around in circles trying to write a list for Santa. Not for any sort…
Read MoreGiveaway – Santa’s Magical Kingdom
It’s that time again when stores are filling their shelves with Christmas wares. Lists are being written, both by children and adults alike. Some of us are in denial that Christmas is only weeks away. While others have already started crossing off the days in excitement. I am crossing off the days. Not so much…
Read MoreDelight #myfamilylens
The note came home from school, crushed up and wrinkled in AJ’s school bag, smeared with chocolate and bits of sandwich. I flattened it out on the kitchen bench. With each pass of my hand across the monogrammed white paper I read that next Monday was curriculum day. One week into term and the boys…
Read MoreBe My Baby Forever
Hi, this is PJ, he is a professional little boy, so I can’t show you his face on this blog. He drives me crazy and makes my heart melt all in one swing. All he wants to do is grow up. All I want is for him to be my little boy forever. Being a…
Read MoreStory
On a late night in March, my eyes hung heavy with morphine. My exhausted body weighed down by crushed rocks of labour. Softly they placed AJ in my arms. In the dim light of midnight I looked at him. The connection was anaesthetic and distant. Yet somewhere, gently a voice rose within me. In an…
Read MoreSaying Goodbye to Mary Poppins
I felt like I was standing on the steps of Number 17 Cherry Tree Lane staring up into the sky, the hint of chimney smoke in the air, watching her go. My boys held onto me, with their little arms twisted around my legs, each of us still and silent. We were waving good bye,…
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