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.
This is my place of work. I work on the toll booths for the bridges that separate England from Wales. It may not seem the most exciting job in the world but I love my job.
Isn’t it true that we all want the same for our children? We all want them to thrive, to flourish, to sail through childhood and emerge into adulthood unscathed, intact and rounded into thoughtful caring and considerate people. And to get there they need the utter basics to be covered: food, sleep, hygiene, comfort and love.
As Boo was choosing herself a necklace from the knee-height display cabinet in the charity shop, Jude bounded in with his chunky heavy handed fingers & grabbed one too. He was not letting go.
Here’s why the school system has evidently gone absolutely bonkers in my opinion.
All hands on deck! The boys had the task of fence painting recently and the toddler was desperate to get in the mix, overseeing their work was just not enough…
Take a moment my dear feral child, Take a moment to adore Take a moment to sit peacefully And survey the places you explore…