Children can see where the boundaries are and so feel safe, accepted and loved. They have room to explore, to grow in independence and to push against the boundaries in the knowledge that they are there for their benefit.
When we have children, we need to be very careful about how we react when we're in their presence because we will invariably pass on our fear to them.
When people learn that I've spent the last six years plus existing on a miniscule amount of sleep, they are shocked, because I always seem so energetic apparently (they should see me at 3am!)
If you have lost a baby can I encourage you to share your story and speak your truth....Every person who joins us, is publically stating I want to help break the silence and my story matters and my babies life mattered however short it may have been.
Frustratingly, so often, as women, we're made to feel by others, undoubtedly perpetuated by the media and society as a whole, that we cannot lead, achieve and reach the top of our profession, while raising a young family.
Every day, at varying times, all children down pens, pencils and crayons to run or walk their mile. Despite childhood obesity being on the up, none of the children at St Ninians are overweight.
Girls clothes have long been a bugbear for me. I've always liked the colour pink, but it's overuse in girls clothes and hen nights, leaves me feeling like I've just eaten a whole box of rhubarb and custards. I have pink jaw ache!
As PTSD ravaged my mind I believed I was a burden to my family. In fact some days I believed my family would be better off without me. Yet, as I looked at the pictures my heart could see how foolish that was. I was there, there for my babies, doing everything I could and giving them everything I could.
Baby arrived and our expert exchanges rapidly turned to shit. It was frightening how quickly it deteriorated into utter chaos. You're pre-warned about how it changes everything - the usual guff about no sleep, no social life, etc. However, we just weren't prepared for how it fundamentally changed us as people.
Once upon a time, there lived three little pigs. As the little pigs grew older they each decided to build a home for themselves, and when they left home they were given a smartphone and tablet each.
We can't hide from it, just as we can't trot down the M25 in a horse and cart anymore, so we have to find a way of managing it and making it part of a balanced life. It is part of our children's lives and brings many wonderful benefits - any five year old who has played on Google Earth knows the mind bending sense of awe of zooming out and out from their home to see the planet as a green and blue sphere.
We're in a golden age for children's books: this autumn sees such a wealth of brilliant titles that I've had to separate fiction from non-fiction (non-fiction highlights coming next week). Below are books that will make your child laugh, think, feel and be inspired - what more could we ask for?
As a mother I want to prepare my children for any obstacles they may encounter. I want to encourage them to work hard, treat others with respect and kindness, be good citizens and contribute to society in a positive manner. But how do I prepare their innocent young minds for possible racism when they see everyone as the same as them?
As my children get older, particularly because they are boys, I find other people - their father included - respond with little or no patience to the damp emotion. In fact, anything non-life-threatening that provokes tears is usually met with a flippant, "What are you crying about now? Big boys don't cry!"
People constantly ask us 'What can we say to make it all better?' The answer is 'you can't make it all better, but you can be there and you can keep talking about it and let them know you will always be available to listen.'
I write this post over a week after we completed The Big Bad Ride, a 460-mile endurance cycle from Edinburgh to London in aid of Harrison's Fund, a small charity working hard to find a cure for Duchenne muscular dystrophy, a fatal disease which affects my two young sons, Theo and Oskar.
Joining a mums' group is a great idea. Those first meetings can be a little awkward, though, with everyone trying to be as nice as possible while secretly trying to work out who will be your future drinking buddy and who will be the person you end up having that tedious chat about John Lewis muslin square.
Miscarriage is a personal experience. People share feelings, of course they do, but I don't want an identikit card on my bookcase from my next door neighbour after losing Bella at six months to the next woman from her mum on losing her baby at six weeks.