Our relationships matter. There's now a wealth of evidence that good quality relationships with families, partners, friends, and others not only are k...
We heard about so many amazing groups and individuals who day in day out work selflessly to help and support others. From charitable neighbours to societies that cook up a storm for the famished. I was bowled over by what I heard, saw and felt.
Parenting labels can make those who don't follow such an approach feel inferior or worry that they're a terrible parent. They can also make those who do follow such approach feel guilty when perhaps they just want a break from it or to steer off course slightly.
The whole de-cluttering thing is everywhere at the moment and I'm sold on the concept, it totally makes sense but I'll be honest I struggle with the reality.
First let me state this...by being happier that does not mean I don't miss my children, as I do. It also does not mean I am glad to have gone through loss, as I am not. I wish with my whole heart they were now with me and I would gladly hand back the lifelong journey of grief.
The only real options are either to leave London entirely, or give up on having a family. If the next Mayor doesn't take drastic action on the cost of housing, they will drive away workers and their children, leaving a hamstrung economy and eroding communities.
When my husband and I discovered I was pregnant, like every other parent we were delighted and terrified in equal measure. Our daughter was very much wanted, though *whispers* our plan to start a family was not exactly spurred on by my broodiness. Or his.
Just delicious, accessible food that all generations can get stuck into preparing and eating together. That happens to be sugar free. Oh, and ideally involves only a single mixing bowl or oven dish so very little washing up (you've got to dream, haven't you?)
It is okay to let our past shape us, but it should not dictate to us. It is okay to let our fears give us caution, but it should not prevent us. We are ourselves today, not a person held back by yesterday. Life is to be lived, it begins now.
I'm sorry you've already watched more TV than your big brother, and you're two years younger. And that I'm both proud and slightly mortified that your first word is Peppa (the Pig, not the condiment).
As a nation, we seem to put ourselves under more and more pressure each year to make Christmas better and to try and make people happy - and as a result we make ourselves miserable.
I had never really experienced death until I lost my grandfather in 2014. Four weeks later, my mother was diagnosed as terminally ill, and she passed in March 2015. These were excruciating losses, but little did I know that this was just the beginning of losing people from my life.
Tiredness when you have a child does not disappear. It stays with you like eczema. I haven't had a dream in 18 months. In fact, I haven't slept in 18 months. I am currently defying medical science. My brain has basically told its replenishment team to take permanent annual leave as there is no point in replenishing brain cells and restocking my general well-being. They agreed.
I want to raise my boys to be feminists or should I re-name that equalists? And really, I mean "we" want to raise them as such, and not just "I" who wants to do this, as husband and I are on the same page with this one.
I wrote in December about doing Christmas brilliantly. I hope everyone did and had a great time. Part of that ramble was saying that Christmas is an opportunity to end the year well and start a new one well. Ending something well has become a bit of a theme over the last few weeks for a number of reasons.
Let your toddler commandeer your iPhone - and accidentally post to Facebook on your behalf (be careful what photos you have stored...).