A Special Kind of Guilt

A Mother’s guilt is something else isn’t it?   Ever since both of my children took their first breath, it’s been there. Staring me in the face when one of them fell down some stairs and fractured their leg at 10 months old (cast came off today!), invading my head space when they have chicken… Continue reading A Special Kind of Guilt

Where to begin…

I’ve been thinking of writing a blog about life with Brody for a long time. So much so, he is 4 next week and when I logged in to Word Press (I wasn’t aware I had a login), there stood an empty blog about a mummy and her one year old…gulp. I know I wanted… Continue reading Where to begin…