Schools regularly hold assemblies to raise awareness of global environmental issues and plan lessons designed to teach children how we can all live gr...
It's hard to explain but I feel like a parent. I wake up every morning thinking of Beatrice. She is the last thing I think of before I go to sleep. I talk to her. I am proud of her. When she entered this world, my outlook on life changed forever; I became a different person. That's what happens when you become a parent...
Young people are switched on - and are going to be the motor of the economy going forward. It's exciting and encouraging, sometimes inspirational. I for one couldn't be happier that they are smarter than us.
The first time my one-year-old daughter rejected me made my eyes well up. The tears rose as quickly as my heart thudded to the ground. My daughter didn't want me. She wanted her grandmother.
I get it - we like Bad Mum, she swears, she drinks, she reads her smartphone in the park while the kids face plant off the roundabout. On the surface that description does seem to fit my parenting style perfectly so you might imagine I'd be cheering Bad Mum on. But I'm not.
Arm Roll & Release: The nerve-wracking manoeuvre used by parents in order to remove their arm from under a sleeping baby.
Chances are that if you have a child approaching their 'tweens' they will soon be clamouring for a) a mobile phone b) a social media account c) a games console - all of which could enable them to chat to complete strangers anywhere in the world. The days of a family PC in the corner of the living room are long gone.
Before you've even left the hospital, everyone starts offering their own supposed pearls of wisdom on what you should/should not/must not ever even contemplate doing when it comes to child-rearing. Be it your first or your fifth child, often, we just don't want to hear your thoughts unless we ask.
You have been following the news. You consider yourself politically alert...
What could I tell you about this awareness day and the children it supports? What could I write that would give you a sense of what it is like to have a child living in the unknown? That would make you stand still for a second in your busy day and hear about our children?
Other women have every right to share their baby news, their photos, and their updates, just as I share photos of Hugo's life, and his grave garden. I would never dream of asking them to stop sharing photos of their bumps or babies. Rather than continue to torture myself, I have started unfollowing, for now, on Facebook some women...
It is not like babies fresh from the womb are that interesting - they sleep, feed and poo. That is about it. I can send you a picture of that. But if you really must simply 'pop in' and welcome my little one to the world then at least adhere to the RULES.
Strong is the new pretty. Not giving a shit is the new beauty. Eye bags are the new black. So wriggle out of those tiny jeans, throw out the frilly thongs and embrace the glory that is comfort clothing!
She didn't tell anyone about this, not her husband, not her family and not her friends. She lied on the post natal questionnaire for fear that her baby would be taken off of her if anyone found out how much she was struggling.
We need to spend more time with our children. We want to see them grow; we want to see them learn; we want to be the ones who teach them. And so we must continue to pine for our holidays. Because that's our time.
We stayed for 6 days and walked for miles and miles, exploring, getting lost, discovering, eating, drinking, eating, eating some more and falling in love with the city. Below are 10 cool, kid and budget friendly things to do and see in Copenhagen.