Living Arrows in January: how we get lost

(Living Arrows is a portrait project run by Hayley at the Shutterflies blog, capturing the little moments of childhood. The title comes from a Kahlil Gibran poem called 'Children', which I've reproduced at the end of this post. It's supposed to be one a week, which I definitely don't have the staying power for, alas; … Continue reading Living Arrows in January: how we get lost

What’s the magic (sibling) number?

I'm back! And I'm catching up as quickly as possible, which is to say, not very quickly at all, despite my many multicoloured to-do lists. In some ways it's been a rough landing. Toddler-plus-newborn felt pretty damn hair-raising, but toddler-plus-determined-climbing-biter is black belt martial arts. 'I'd forgotten how much of my day is fending off … Continue reading What’s the magic (sibling) number?

Living arrows: how we laugh

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may … Continue reading Living arrows: how we laugh