The long haul

The world is closing in around us. Around my son, his siblings, and me. My children are all growing up so fast. I can hardly believe Benjamin is four – he’ll be starting school next year. My eldest is already a grown-up P1 girl and loving it. And my littlest is walking, running, and jumping … Continue reading The long haul

When you love church but your child hates it

The Christian Church is far from perfect. I, and my family, are so lucky to have found in St Anne's a small branch that is growing, thriving, outward-focused, community-centred, accepting, caring and inclusive. We are fortunate that Benjamin, although 'complex,' is not 'challenging.' Yet I am confident that, even if he were noisy, disruptive, violent, … Continue reading When you love church but your child hates it

Five things I’d change

This post was written for the #SEND30daychallenge, day 7: ‘Five things you’d change.’ We are so fortunate to live in Scotland, where there are really very few things that need to be changed so that Benjamin, and children like him, can live a safe, healthy, and happy life for as long as their biology and … Continue reading Five things I’d change

Gone camping (again)

By popular request (although the friends due to come camping with us later in the year may regret it), there follows a report of this year’s Family Summer Holiday: A Wet Weekend in Wooler. Not that I’ve got anything against Wooler. Well not much. Read on. They say rain sounds much heavier from inside a … Continue reading Gone camping (again)

This is a disabled parking bay…

This is a disabled parking bay. There are four of them at my son’s school. They are close to the school entrance and they are wider than normal bays. Doesn't it look inviting? This is my son Benjamin’s blue badge. I had to apply for it, and pay for it. Many disabled people have to … Continue reading This is a disabled parking bay…

To those who make our lives difficult … and those who make them better

It has not been a great week. Friday night I finally worked out (with the help of a head-torch and strong stomach) what had been keeping my five-year-old (and therefore the rest of the family) awake for large proportions of the last couple of nights: threadworms. Cue a weekend of swallowing foul-tasting medicine (okay, banana-tasting, … Continue reading To those who make our lives difficult … and those who make them better