Adventuring through childhood... with love and dysfunction in tow
Mother’s Day can be a stark reminder to some. Memes that denote how wonderful mothers are. How your mother is your best friend, your endless wealth of support and advice, your highest confidant and your biggest fan. But sometimes that’s a world away from the reality and the truth that some mothers are toxic.
Teenagers are a strange breed. Creatures of habit, room dwellers, cupboard scavengers, door slamming mumblers. They like to sleep for copious amounts of time but also possess the ability to become nocturnal socialisers.
We know they don’t mean to be funny but sometimes it’s hard to hold in the giggles when you see what your children have drawn. They often enjoy adding ‘unusual’ detail and we are presented with junior artwork we will keep for years (to show them when they are older!)
A true friend doesn’t need to be knocking on your door every day…
2019 is going to be a year to grasp onto self worth with a knowledge that I’m good enough…I will listen to friendships & relationships that speak for themselves, and stop running…
Being a mum can be lonely. I have a wave of sadness come over me as I realise I’m back to not having any other adult interaction now my job has finished. I’m back to solely being a mum.
Dear Holly, On your 12th birthday I remember you in all your forever smallness. I remember the first time I held you with a knowledge it was to say goodbye. But I didn’t say goodbye. Instead, I tucked in my heart. Your forever home. And I miss you every day.