Let’s go back in time. It’s 2012. A 16 year old me gives birth to a tiny 6lb13oz you. She thinks she has it all figured out, but she has no idea what she’s doing. This journey has been a rollercoaster adventure, through different homes, friends come and gone. Toys and furniture come and go. …
The moments I will treasure the most are those sleepy cuddles. The ones right before bed, when he is just on the edge of sleep; cuddling up to me and smiling, dozing in a happy dream. When I can memorise every freckle of his face, kiss his cheek softly and stroke his unruly hair: golden …
When you are grown
I will look back on this photo
And remember a simple time
When you thought of me only as a hero
And I was your whole heart
This is what happens when mummy tries to get her picky child to eat plain old CHEESE.
This is Parenthood.
It’s staying up all night when you’re exhausted because they just won’t sleep.
It’s kisses and cuddles and tickles, even when you’re exhausted.
When somebody dies it can feel like there’s a whole in your heart; like a part of you has died too. Yet it’s such a common occurrence: some 150,000 people die every day on earth.
“Oh you have kids? How many?”
“Two. But one died.”