Torn

We are just back from weekend trip to Aberdeen. I say ‘we’. I mean my husband and I, and the two girls. Our first trip away without Benjamin. I think we pulled off a pretty good impression of a ‘normal’ family on a ‘normal’ trip. Dare I say 'minibreak'? A few bags slung into the boot … Continue reading Torn

Postcode Lottery

I’ve always thought of myself as fortunate. Opportunities have landed in my path. My parents bought a house in the catchment area for a good school. My teachers saw to it that I got into a good university. That good education got me a job that I love. I have three beautiful children. My husband … Continue reading Postcode Lottery

Just a cold

The males in our household have been stricken with a cold. My husband has adopted the standard attitude of shuffling around the house looking sheepish, occasionally being wracked by paroxysms of coughing that needlessly shake his entire body, and ostentatiously ironing handkerchiefs and boiling kettles for uncertain purpose. This in itself is pretty hard work … Continue reading Just a cold

What should a four year old be?

At four, Benjamin should be a cute, tousle-headed, tearaway by now. In and out of the paddling pool all summer; under my feet all winter. Chattering nineteen to the dozen. Learning to pee on a ping-pong ball. Spoiling his big sister’s games, and being too rough with his little sister. Big enough to be making … Continue reading What should a four year old be?

In the shadow of Storm Brian

“You on your own then?” (I hasten to add this isn't a #metoo story; this was a genuine expression of surprise/concern). “Well my husband will be here soon [before it bloody rains, selfish ****]. He's cycling from Scotland.” “Ah (eyeing the back end of a five year old that has already spotted a rabbit and … Continue reading In the shadow of Storm Brian

Festival spirit

Yesterday, I took the two little ones to a festival – Daytripper – on my own. It’s not the sort of thing I would normally do. I’m not great at mixing with people I don’t know, or don’t know well. It’s in a crowd that I feel loneliest and most conspicuous. And with an energetic … Continue reading Festival spirit

Not just a mum…

This post was written for the #SEND30daychallenge, day 9: ‘Not just a mum.’ I’m one of the (few) parents who actually don’t mind being called ‘mum’ by professionals. Yes, I do have a name, but in the context of Benjamin’s health, education or care I see being called ‘mum’ as an affirmation of status. I … Continue reading Not just a mum…