In this day and age where covering up and modesty are looked upon as something inappropriate, the people that do choose to wear clothes that cover their bodies fully are looked on as being different, strange even. What if we stopped stereotyping?
I was brought up to finish everything on my plate - a hangover from my parents' experience of post war food shortages and rationing perhaps, the requirement to be grateful for what you're given and not knowing when you'll get your next decent meal.
It worries me that boys are told that showing emotion is a weakness. And don't get me started on their notion of invincibility and willingness to jump off sheer cliff faces just for the hell of it. So, with all of this in mind, I've done a lot of thinking about how I can raise my boys to be good men.
On the bad days we feel like we're where we're supposed to be; secure in the knowledge that we're the only one that can deal with the calamity caused by a broken biscuit. Those evil hours give us the chance to do mothering the verb and not just be passive, nouny old Mum.
My short, wispy fringe is not some kind of fashion statement. I try to keep it hidden but when my hair is newly washed thick tufts of it stand up on end. It looks ridiculous but at least it shows my hair is recovering from what is fetchingly known as postpartum hair loss.
Challenging children have challenging behaviour as does Morgan. He was a lamb really until bullying opened his eyes to being different. It made him realise he didn't fit in and he gets frustrated, upset and angry.
Mothering Sunday is a day to take time out of our busy schedules and appreciate all of the lovely things that our mums do for us. It is a day for her to sleep in, relax in a hot bath and enjoy a lunch that she didn't have to cook!
Excluding children from parties is just as hurtful. Imagine not receiving one single birthday party invite all year as you hear your classmates all chatting about the next cool party at the weekend.
You have bags under your eyes big enough for a trip to New York in the January sales. With a good exchange rate to boot. No amount of Toche Eclat can save you from these bad boys. Sunglasses is the only answer. Even if you are indoors.
A Judge has recently ruled in the case of Tracey Wright that she should go out and get herself a job rather than rely on her ex-husband to provide maintenance for her to live on. This has caused huge ripples as there is now expected to be a huge rush to the courts to renegotiate divorce settlements.
The work of raising children doesn't seem to be viewed with real respect. If it were, parental leave for working parents would be fully paid, it would last longer, and it would include equal amounts of time for both parents.
Despite the run up to the election dominating the news headlines, many of the parents we speak to say they still haven't heard enough from politicians on the issues that matter to them. They tell us they are frustrated that politicians don't seem to be listening or coming up with the real solutions that they need, and need now.
I don't remember much about the classes except I have hazy memories of very graphic birth flash cards, featuring very ugly, hairy-vagina'd mothers-to-be, often with baby heads crowning out of them. It was the stuff of nightmares.
I'll let you in on a secret I LOVE being a dad, it is the single greatest thing in my life. My partner, other family, friends, hobbies and other loves (reading, music, photography etc.) you are all great (don't be jealous now) but nothing, and I do mean nothing, quite compares to the awesomeness of being a dad.
As the eldest of three boys in a single parent family, the pressure to pretend everything was okay was unbelievable. It wasn't okay, our mother was mysteriously overseas and us boys were very far away from understanding why.
At work you need to work. Nobody is interested in whether your baby can eat a whole carrot or not. Why would they be? It's bloody boring! And they're normal -working people who have deadlines, clients to please, travel to book, emails to send.