To the National Health Service I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you. The NHS gets a lot of flack – as do all services we have in this country – but, without you, I wouldn’t be here. Neither would my husband and, because of that, neither would my children.
A year ago we started the process for Little Man to have speech therapy. It was something I’d been through as a child too and when it was first suggested that he needed help with his speech I was so emotional. I wasn’t sad that he needed speech therapy it was more that we had
Looking back at my childhood I don’t remember a huge amount. I remember the big things – the birthdays, Christmases and the camping holidays. I remember the truly memorable things like having chicken pox, learning to ride a bike, moving house, getting a new car and days out to Brighton and Chessington World of Adventures.
We have been counting down to this moment for weeks – maybe even months. Today is the first full day of our summer holidays and we are looking forward to cramming so much into the next six weeks – as well as plenty of lay ins, lazy days and time at home.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how LP and Little Man’s childhood is different from my own, how it was simpler 25 years ago, things were less material and how I loved more basic things like playing outside, reading and making tents in the garden with sheets. It’s not that the children don’t love those
Back when Little Man was a year old I wrote about how hard it had been having two children so close together. I wrote about how exhausting it was, how relentless it was and how all encompassing it was. There were just twenty months between LP and Little Man. There were two lots of nappies
It feels like yesterday that I was preparing for a new baby, buying all those white and yellow sleepsuits and vests, not daring to buy pink or blue and waiting for the surprise that would come when our first baby was born. Before I knew it I was looking at a wardrobe of pink –
I look back to my childhood and it was so different to the childhood my children are currently living but can you imagine your children having the childhood that their grandparents had?
Last weekend I decided to confront someone about the way they had been talking about me for months behind the closed doors of a Facebook group. I told them that the things they were saying were not just unfounded and with no real cause. They were vile and much the same as I had heard