This Is Where We Are: a letter to my children on Mother’s Day (6)

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 sixth, an entire week late (this is the first year I've had a proper excuse).  Dear Future Versions of Henry, … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: a letter to my children on Mother’s Day (6)

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)

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)