childhood

But I think the mussel incident was the moment when Dad really definitely knew that he'd created a kindred spirit: someone who loved food. All of it. Any of it. And wasn't going to waste it. It's not that he'd made me a dustbin/daughter into which you can feed any old crap. It's that he'd shown me how all food has a purpose and an opinion and a currency.
Yesterday I ate two slices of pizza, a hot dog, a banana, two strawberries, some corn on the cob, three cakes and an ice cream. All served with cups of tea, and without a single calorie. Of course it was all plastic and served to me by my toddler on tiny plastic plates.
Now should a podcast be a series and delivered in instalments, each episode could be looked upon as a chapter in a book and thus, each episode builds the foundations. What I mean, however, is that only a podcast must lay out its key narrative and themes in chapter one. Failure to do this = failure to grasp the audience = failure to launch.
No parent wants their child to worry about the way they look or to feel inadequate in anyway, but by placing social media so high on our own agenda we might be unwittingly laying the foundations for our children to grow up plagued by these anxieties.
We are encouraged to give the children targets, no matter how superb they are. They all need to stretch harder, to aim higher, to push themselves. It is not really OK to give official praise without also giving a push.
Why do some people seem to have all the luck when it comes to love? Here's the thing, while we all equally deserve love, we don't all get an equal chance at it. This is hard for a relationship therapist to admit.
Did you know I have a six year old? I wouldn't blame you if you hadn't realised - my writing is so heavily dominated by the antics of my ToddlerMonster that my 'big' girl hardly gets a mention.
I am going to have to try to learn to keep my children at an 'arm's length' and ensure that those invisible boundaries are safely in place. Because, there is nothing like experiencing childhood looking down from the tops of trees with dirty knees.
What really is a healthy, loving relationship?
Our little man, the second youngest of a family of six, is the quietest one out of them all. He is the kid who very rarely gets told off, but when he does, you feel traumatised for doing so. His whole face breaks but he makes no sound and you are left feeling guilty for something he has done!