Making time for yourself and expressing self-love as a mother, daughter, sister or auntie is so very important and something that we all need to practise as time allows. Just a snippet in the day or week to yourself can make all the difference to your all round happiness and your body and mind will only thank you for it later.
If you came here thinking I was going to tell you how to organise Lego, then I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place; I'm the one who's after the help.
When you go down to the anaesthetic room with your child, you're handing the most precious thing you have to strangers - albeit ones whose entire professional lives are dedicated to making sure they don't mess up. The consequences don't bear thinking about.
I have recently procured the services of a young 20 something year old personal assistant. She is a single mother of a five year old and wanted some part time work to not only bring income into her household but also to stimulate her mind.
It all starts off fine. You bring your little bundle of helpless joy home from the hospital in a state of awe and shock. You eventually emerge from the newborn fog and begin to feel like you have a handle on this. Then your baby gets clever.
Feeling like a chronic mess I scrabbled through a myriad of emotions and thoughts like, why am I awake so early? How many days have I been asleep? I still want more sleep. Where is the glow? Nothing tastes the same. Will I ever have energy again? Damn, I'm about to overheat.
We have created a self-esteem vicious circle. Schools don't nurture hobbies and passions that make teens feel worthwhile when their natural confidence is plummeting. It is these very activities - and not just hardcore sport, chess, golf, zumba, violin, that construct enduring self-belief. Instead they are ditched for instagram, selfies and thigh gap comparisons.
The Equality Act must be implemented and followed, and it's breastfeeders who need to be made comfortable, not stupid people who can't stop staring and then whine about what they've seen.
I love being with my kid, but I know I'm not the only parent who struggles to enjoy playing endless games of make-believe, Lego, dressing-up, hide-and-seek, so I'm sure I won't be the only one who finds the excuse of checking a message or email irresistible.
Having recently watched Orange is the New Black on Netflix, I can honestly say that a stint in prison at this moment in time would do me the world of good. Here's why.
Children often notice more than adults give them credit for. If a relative is living with dementia, there may be a need to explain to a child about particular symptoms or why that person can no longer do something that they used to do.
Your child decides what he wants and when he wants it, within reason. You give the message that this is going to be a Big Event: It's Coming Soon ... How Exciting! The child then draws up a list of things to do. It doesn't matter what it involves: the key is that your child has chosen it.
Yes, you're gay and your sexuality influences just about every aspect of your identity, but you are not a gay young man. You are a young man who is gay. You are not my gay son. You are my son who happens to be gay.
The distinction in Hugo's care between 'there being no hope' and 'no further treatment' being worthwhile with 'nothing more can be done' is crucial. Nothing more could be done to save Hugo's life, but we were able to give him a good death.
How do you know you're really ready to be a parent? Is there a point in life where it clicks in your head and says "Yes, now you've ticked all the boxes so here you go, one child coming up!"? Or are we ever really ready for all the different things that come with being pregnant, giving birth and raising a child?
On my sons second birthday he officially went from baby to toddler. Not just in the grammatical sense of the word but in every other way possible! I swear that someone left him a present that was for his eyes only, one that was invisible to grownups - The Toddler Rule Book..............