Having read about it here, I wanted to write about how I mother my babies day-to-day, every Mother's Day. The first was here. Here goes the second. Dear Future Version of Henry, Today is my second Mothering Sunday, and you are eighteen months old. We are sat side-by-side in the big bed, you tucked under my … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (2)
He's a handful and a half A noise and a half A long thin string and a half A happiness and a half A year and a half (today!) Oh, how we love you, little eighteen-monther. Keep on climbing.