I read your post last week and it has remained with me since. You titled it, ‘The Invisible Mother’. After reading I felt compelled to contact you. No, I can’t make your life better, nor lessen the guilt you feel for leaving your little one while you go to work. I can’t magic away the … More To ‘The Invisible Mother’.
For years I passed your bedroom door at night and barely dared to breathe, so afraid you would wake. Tonight I pass your door, as I do every night, and feel a tug at my heart, you are not there. There is no need for silence, no need to worry I’ve disturbed you. And as … More It’s not always easier when they grow up.
I remember when I was small, Mum, and not exactly a lady, sitting on your lap with Mike, as you told us a bedtime story. I remember a time, before Dad put in the central heating, you toasting bread as a treat, over the fire in the kitchen. I remember coming home from school to … More Mum I remember…
If there is one thing I’d love to know before I kick the bucket its, at what stage in life do girls start to come second? As a mother, I’ve been watching girls grow up over the past twenty four years, and I just can’t quite figure out exactly when it all begins to go … More Why do men rule the world?
Some of my earliest memories are of you, my first true love. The times we spent together when I was a child, you building something or other, me sanding blocks of wood for no purpose but to be with you. That time you rescued me from a race I wasn’t ready for. Waking up for … More A brief message to my first true love.
I live in Ireland. I, like almost everyone else in this country, speak English, but Irish is considered our national language. I’m sure you’ve often heard not to mention politics or religion if you want to avoid controversy, well over here you can add the Irish language to that. The mere mention of it sends … More When two worlds collide.
Fourteen years ago I took you by the hand, somewhat reluctantly on both our parts, and brought you to school; big school. I unclasped your hand from mine and with a kiss I walked away, heartbroken as I saw your look of discomfort and distress. That was the beginning of a new life for you. … More From all mothers to their children sitting exams.
I cannot believe it, yesterday my blog was three years old. It feels like only yesterday that I wrote that first post. I honestly thought that the internet was enormous and there was no hope of anyone stumbling upon it. I hovered over publish and was hugely elated when I eventually posted it. A short … More Happy Blogday to me
I have four children and was there at the birth of each so am fairly sure they are definitely mine, however sometimes I look at them and wonder, ‘where did I get her?’ The other day one of my daughters was speaking about booking a holiday and it reminded me of how different I was … More Who me?
You know the old saying, ‘You can’t put a price on a life’? Well today I think I might have figured out what the price of a life is. Read on and I’ll fill you in. Here in ‘beautiful Ireland’, (imagine the presence of sarcasm in my tone), we view picture postcard images of Winter from … More How much are you worth?
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