This Is Where We Are: a letter to my sons on Mother’s Day (5)

Every year on Mother's Day, I write about how I mother my babies day-to-day. I think they might like to know how the little things felt, as well as the big ones. Here goes the fifth (late again - will this become part of the tradition? Yes). Dear Future Versions of Henry and Teddy, This … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: a letter to my sons on Mother’s Day (5)

The women who made me

  If I am a good mother, it's because of my Nanna. It's because I learned from her that little things mean a lot to little people. It's because I know it's possible to bear physical limitations and pain with unbelievable grace. It's because I believe most problems can be solved with a weekly helping … Continue reading The women who made me

This Is Where We Are: A letter to my children on Mother’s Day (3)

Dear Future Versions of Henry and Edward, Today is my third Mothering Sunday, and you are two-and-a-half and nine months old, respectively. We are tucked up in bed again, this time because you have hand, foot and mouth virus. Before I had children I thought HFM, if I thought about it at all, was a … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: A letter to my children on Mother’s Day (3)

If you have a child and a blog, I have just the project for you

The other day, I wondered casually why there are no photos of me and both boys together. This is why. (The hair-blinding. The escaping trousers. The determined ninja foot. Let's get this cracker on the wall, sharpish.) I'm going to need a better effort for our Mother's Day photo this year, so watch this space. … Continue reading If you have a child and a blog, I have just the project for you

This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (2)

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)

This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (1)

Having read about it here, I wanted to write about how I mother my babies day-to-day, every Mother's Day. Here goes the first. Dear Future Version of Henry, Today is my first Mothering Sunday, and tomorrow you will be seven months old. I am sat in a puddle of quiet, feeding you before your nap. … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: A letter to my son on Mother’s Day (1)

Baby Diaries

When we'd been living in our flat for a little while, we went to collect some of Timothy's boxes from his parents' loft. Mostly GCSE coursework and merit certificates, that sort of thing. But also, this: a diary Tim's mum kept about his little toddler habits and development at three years old. There aren't very … Continue reading Baby Diaries

Daffodils Lead Us A Right Dance

At church, Mothers' Day means bunches of flowers during Sacrament meeting. I haven't ever given it much thought, until this year - Tim's Elders' Quorum responsibilities include Mothers' Day flower providing. It goes without saying that it's the wife of the Elders' Quorum President who actually does the flower providing. I suspected when Tim first … Continue reading Daffodils Lead Us A Right Dance