“A lie wouldn’t choke you”. As a child my mother often said those words to me, as with the straightest of faces I lied to get out of trouble. Sometimes in exasperation she would exclaim, “Patricia, you would say mass”. I was born to lie. It is possibly my greatest skill. My face never flickers, … More Do I lie? Of course not!
“What would you as a parent hate to see happen, in your childs future?”. Quite a number of years ago, when my eldest was a small toddler, another parent asked this question. We were visiting in a friends house, and all of us had young children. It wasn’t long before the list began to grow. … More Have you a close family?
This day twenty six years ago, my dad had two days left to live. I knew time was running out, but I did not fully appreciate, that the end was so close. We had got used to the idea, that you would die, but never your death. I was twenty one years old. A trainee … More “Daddy watch me”
Would you think about minding my daughter? A simple question, asked by an acquaintance, twenty years ago. My answer “Yes”, was the best decision I ever made. For that was the beginning. The start of my relationship, with a very charming two year old, and another little lady yet to appear. Their mum worked full … More The highs and highs of being a childminder.
Those who follow this blog, know that all is not well in my world. A young boy, childhood Leukemia, and a bone marrow transplant, have consumed me. We celebrated cancers defeat, but my young friend, is now battling a very rare infection. It is now I see, the very fine line, we walk each and … More When words are not enough
Nothing in Life is certain. When I was young I dreamed big dreams, but most of them came to nothing. I also presumed that life would be long, like my grandparents was. Then my father got sick, and I watched him die, and life changed. For a time I could not be happy. My fathers … More Live every day as it comes.
As a child we dreamed of growing up, standing on chairs to be as tall as our parents. Imagining what life would be like at that height. Young daughters imagined they would grow up to be mothers, and have children of their own. Future careers were imagined, such as teacher or shopkeeper, and any other … More At what age do we stop dreaming?
For as long as I can remember I have been a fighter. I fought with my brothers and sisters, I fought with my parents,teachers and friends. I hated rules and conformity, I did not wish to follow a leader. When I was a teenager life was hard for me, and my family never knew. What … More I am okay.
I was at a wedding yesterday, two young people, deciding to make their match official. They have already been together many years, sharing a house and home. There is something about being at a wedding, which makes you think. As I sat there watching them, holding each others hands, and sharing looks and smiles, I … More Til death us do part.
Looking at gorgeous photos, of new born babies and cute children, can make any of us oooh and ahhh. But a word of caution here, just like puppies and kittens, babies too grow up! When we first set eyes on our newborns, they are equivalent to cute pedigree puppies. Tiny, perfect and highly photogenic. However … More Children are not just for Christmas!
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