Parent Voices

Ever since his birth in the first lockdown, it feels like new mothers like me have been forgotten in this pandemic.
"We have a moral duty to call out unacceptable behaviour when we see it, or risk being complicit."
"My car was making annoying squeaky noises, it stopped once I dropped off the kids"
“'This is not what I meant by sharing' I yell at my kids after catching the fifth cold of the school year."
"No one wants to take medicine more than the healthy sibling of a sick kid."
"My toddler insisted he had to take off all his clothes to go into the 'dressing' room. Solid logic, really."
"No one has more s**t on their to-do list than a kid who’s just been told it’s bedtime."
I thought I was the only one. But the truth is that there are thousands of us united by a loss no one else can quite understand.
George Floyd’s murderer faces prison. But with yet more police shootings, Black parents like me are still filled with the anxiety of raising Black sons in America.