For her first school trip Freya went to...Tesco. That’s right, the supermarket. Apparently it was The Best Day Ever. They got to go through doors you’re not normally allowed to enter, wear paper hats, bake bread and learn about all sorts of food. It sounds amazing... and not at all like the exact same place … Continue reading Another Parenting Chapter: The School Trip.
“I'll always be able to count on you, won't I mummy?” Freya asked. We were sat at the dining table where she was drawing before dinner. “Of course. Always.” I answered, gently rubbing her back. She looked up from her work and smiled sweetly. What a lovely mother/daughter moment. “Not when you’re dead,” she added. … Continue reading Talking About Death With A Four-Year-Old.
It was like being in a cool band where she was the lead guitarist and I was the drummer; Freya brought the melody, excitement and showmanship but I provided the beat for her to follow. I was looking forward to getting back to that over the Christmas holiday – the first proper break she’s had … Continue reading Parenting: Will I Always Be One Beat Behind?
I longed for this day. During that first year when, on top of the huge changes that motherhood brings, the reflux, intolerances and sheer exhaustion of never sleeping in more than 10 minute snatches brought me to my knees, I thought 'One day I will get me back, when she goes to school.' What I … Continue reading What I realised about Freya starting school (it’s not you, it’s me).