A short essay on how being a mother has helped me recover lost parts of myself.
Dear R, This is our second Christmas as a family of 3. And what a strange time its been since our first one. I would love to write this and not have to use the c word. I would love to write this and talk about the friends you made at creche and at theContinue reading “New Year’s Eve Letter”
He woke at 5.30 this morning. He does that a lot, but usually I can get him back to sleep. Some cuddles while sucking on the boob and he usually drifts off and I can get another hour in bed, if I’m lucky. But this morning it was not to be. After half an hourContinue reading “A Free Evening”
Trying to find my own voice in a crowded momisphere.
I wrote a post in one of the mom Facebook groups I joined in my new locale. I explained my situation and how I was just looking for someone to chat with over coffee. Well dear readers, it worked. I arranged a first date.
My inside was his entire world for 9 months. The least I can do is continue to be his entire world for a few months on the outside too.
I can’t tick all the boxes that I laid out for myself twenty years ago. But life isn’t about ticking boxes.
What is the one thing about childbirth I wish I’d known before hand?