“If you can’t decide, BUY BOTH” – Grandma. Adolescent Angela, bonding time with her Mother Mummy Angela, bonding time with her daughter. Body Positivity from a 5 year old. Me, in my head, every morning for the last 2 weeks: “I really need a new T-Shirt, maybe some jeans, or a shirt, something basic, JUST… Continue reading Mummy Daughter Days: Back to The Mothership, a.k.a Zara. The Power of Clothes, Now, Then and Always.
“Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.” ― Barbara Kingsolver *Warning: Some Cheese-worthy sentences towards the end. Tales of Single Motherhood. Doubting my parenting, but remembering my daughter is wonderful and I take most of the full credit. “YOU NEVER BUY ANYTHING FOR ME!..YOU DON’T EVEN WANT ME ANYMORE!!” I was already knelt on… Continue reading Confessions of a Single Mother: I’m a pretty decent parent.
I promised myself I would post on this blog, even if I felt I didn’t have anything particularly valuable or interesting or exciting to say at the time. Because exciting things don’t happen in my life every single day, if they did, they would not be considered exciting any more, they would just be..well, things that… Continue reading Stop Judging: Everyone has a story, humans are onions after all.
“Grandma is a badass. She is a brave, strong, remarkable woman with the biggest heart. And she raised a brave, strong, remarkable woman with the biggest heart. We’re going to be very very okay. ” Dearest Maia, You are currently downstairs with Grandma. You have just gobbled up the pancakes she made – as have… Continue reading Dear Maia: We’re going to be very very okay
“All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” – Abraham Lincoln I wanted to write a snappy post. Something a person could scroll through between tube stops and smile at. So I embarked on a list of the little – and slightly bigger- lessons I’d most like to spew… Continue reading Dear Maia: This might help you, Love from Mummy
I am sat outside, on a bench, in the back garden with Maia. The birds are tweeting – a lot -, the sun is happy and I think I hear a lawn mower. One of those glorious picture perfect May mornings. Maia is next to me eating her bran flakes. I am sipping tap water.… Continue reading Confessions of a Single Mother: Bedroom Dancing, A State of Flow and Finding Oneself
“Hello my name is Maia, whats your name?” Maia is now four and a half, and becoming quite the little social bumblebee. (I know the term is social butterfly, but I don’t mean it in that sense.) No, I am referring to my little girl’s daily need to converse with everyone she crosses paths with,… Continue reading Confessions of a Single Mother: Lessons from My Little Social Bumblebee