The pressure I feel to perform better across all aspects of my life is breathtakingly overwhelming.
It’s the final year of decade of parenthood, and I can’t believe we’re there now.
Maybe one day I’ll master the firm and long-lasting “no”, but until then…
So much of parenting is spent intently watching our children as they scream “Watch this, Mom!” before they do whatever thing it is they needed us to watch.
I felt certain I’d have done anything to make time move faster.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to slow time down, now.
Bag by bag, item by item, I took more than half of the toys in my son’s room into the hallway before loading them in my car and donating them to a local centre.
Every time I walk between my parents’ home and my Nanny’s home I am struck by the changelessness of their place. It’s a journey I’ve made hundreds of thousands of times in my life – down the little hill to Nanny and Papa’s. The miles I put on my legs and bicycles and imagination over… Continue reading changeless