I have often wondered about this. My own brothers and sisters are all fairly diverse human beings, yet share common characteristics. For instance I discovered recently that three of us are avid diary keepers. Yet how much of what we have become is down to genetics, and how much is down to our environment and … More Nature V Nurture.
Yesterday I was at a swimming gala. looking after 42 young swimmers, when a wonderful memory of my dad just rose to the surface. I was an undersized 9 year old, swimming in my first gala. I had been entered to swim in the 100 metres butterfly. I can clearly remember the fear I felt. … More What It Takes To Be A Real Dad.
In case you have just arrived blindly to this post, I am updating bloggers on my health and well being, since informing my husband, that the car had an “accident”. The afternoon was not pleasant. I checked quite regularly but the car remained just as damaged every time I looked. I tried to trivialize it with my … More Testing Love (3)!
I hoped my husband loved me when he married me. I felt his love for me when I gave birth to our four children. However today around 6.30 pm I will know beyond all reasonable doubt, if he truly loves me. What is the test? Well, at 6.30 pm he will return from work, And … More Testing Love “2”!
In the parenting category every day, I see a myriad of posts on, Potty training, sleep difficulties, schooling issues, etc. relating to young children. Do these children never grow up? If so do they become perfect teenagers? I read about the isolation, despair, sleepless nights and endless worry that comes with parenting a young child. … More Break The Silence!
I was pretty sure my husband loved our daughter, when I saw his face the first time he saw her. When he “showed her off” to friends and family. When he watched her take her first steps. When he hugged her tight. I could see he loved her, as he took her on her maiden … More Testing Love!
Can you remember a time when if you heard that your heart would race? Now your a parent of a toddler and it has a new meaning. You haven’t had a nights sleep in eighteen months. Memory, humor, disposition, judgement have all become seriously impaired. Enough is enough. Other people have managed it. Tonight is … More Tonight Is The Night!
Remember when you first moved in together. How exciting life was. You decorated and bought the furniture for your new home. Every item was debated. The colour scheme was so important. Your house reflected your personality as a couple. And then you discovered you were expecting your first child. You began to put the necessary … More When Your House Becomes A Home.
We all have secrets. Some are major. Some minor. Today is the day I have elected to reveal a secret I have kept for many years. When I was nine, my younger brother was seven. He was the cute one, the sweet one, the everyone loves, kind of one. I was more the conniving, whinging, … More I Confess. And I’m Still Not Sorry!
Mothers lie every day. They lie to their partners. “Oh darling, this old thing is not new, I got in on sale a year ago!” Lies! You bought it yesterday, brand new, and it cost way too much!. “Do I know where your favourite t-shirt is?. Sorry darling, haven’t seen it, maybe its in the … More Beware Mothers Are Notorious Liars!
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