Three years ago today, you were born, and so was Mummy. Because let’s face it – up until then I had been someone completely different, with other priorities, worries and hopes. I had always wanted to be a mummy, and now you came along and gave me that chance. I had spent two years wondering… Continue reading Three Years
This weekend I logged on to social media and found a photograph of you with another child. When you left I knew that she had a daughter. I knew that she threw her daughter’s father out for you. I knew that this was going on but in my head, I ignored it and denied it.… Continue reading I Won’t Tell You
If you’ve read my “6 Months to Change My Life” post you’ll know that one of my goals is to learn to drive, and be confident enough to drive with Pod in the car. My test is mere weeks away, and my anxiety is starting to kick in. My instructor knows how I can be… Continue reading On the Road
I’ve realised something in the last few days: there is very little difference between my heyday of partying and my life now, weirdly. I won’t lie: from the age of 18 (ahem…17…ish) I was always a fan of a big night out in a cheesy student nightclub. Who wasn’t? These days, my party times are… Continue reading Why Parenting is Exactly Like Partying
Since a bout of the cold in mid-December, my little creature has been coming into bed with me most nights at some point in the early hours. Most of the time, I wake up as I hear his little footsteps rushing across his bedroom floor, navigating his wagon of building bricks and his train set.… Continue reading Sleeping Arrangements
Yesterday, which was January the 16th, the snow started to fall properly in Glasgow. It was beautiful: that really fluffy kind of snow that looks thick enough to lie as soon as it lands. Thanks to Facebook Memories, I realised that the first proper lying snowfall of last year happened on the same day. January 16th 2015… Continue reading The Snow and the Thaw
All mums and dads face parenting in their own way. There are books, guidelines, channels where we receive advice and various support groups. Perhaps my best support network has been the group of mums I met at antenatal and baby classes. We’ve had a group Facebook chat and group message since Day 1. I distinctly… Continue reading Support
Christmas is a tough time for a lot of people. It’s never been bad for me: I’m very lucky and blessed to have a close, small family, so it’s always been easy to make simple plans. My best Christmas ever was my first as a mum. The baby was a mere three months old, and… Continue reading Tis the Season
Myself and the little guy have been laid up recently with adenovirus, and in my case, this three-week-long illness has wiped me out. The other day, all I was up to was moving from bed to the sofa, and snuggling under a blanket with the remote control and the kid. I flicked between Disney Jr… Continue reading Fairytales
One of my favourite writers is Walt Whitman, the modern American poet, and he wrote an incredible long poem called “Song of Myself”. While I’ve always liked the style of his writing, I always found this to be a bit self-indulgent. It begins with the line which forms the title of this post: “I celebrate… Continue reading I celebrate myself, and sing myself
