He, She, Or It? The Unspoken Child Gender Controversy

My daughter has befriended a baby in the park and I feel like I am hovering at the top of an enormous slide, not sure whether to plunge ahead or tip toe back down the steps.  The child could be anything between nine and 14 months, it is dressed in orange trousers and a blue-green …

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Fashion Week Special: 6 Reasons Leggings Will Never Go Out Of Style

Casting my eye over my wardrobe in the mornings, sometimes I linger on a favourite dress or elegant skirt. Then my sense of reason takes over any sensibilities I may have about looking stylish and I pick-up and pull-on a trusty pair of black leggings. For a while I felt I had let myself go …

5 Secret Ways To Calm A Frazzled Mummy Mind – Don’t Let Them Pass You By

When your sleep is deprived, you struggle to be alone even to go to the loo and constant demands are being yelled at you, day and night, it can be hard to find time to practice anything like mindfulness. But amidst the chaos that is parenting small children, there may be moments that you can …

That’s Mine! – Why NOT To Teach Your Child To Share

"Share Mummy?", my toddler asks pleadingly with her head on one side. "Please?"  She is holding a plastic spoon smeared with semi-cemented Weetabix, thrusting it towards me as she eyes my bowl of muesli, a somewhat forced grimace plastered on her face, which she believes to be appealing.  "What you actually are asking me to …

The Red Shoe

Have you ever noticed a single shoe lying in the gutter? Just one. An incomplete pair. Lost in every sense of the word. Does it ever give you cause to wonder - who did that odd shoe belong to? How did they lose it? How did they walk away without realising they had left it …

Parenting With Epilepsy – Staying Afloat

It's late afternoon and I am starting to get that sinking feeling. The air around me is becoming thick and heavy and everything suddenly seems much further away. I try to focus on my surroundings, digging my fingernails into my palms in a desperate bid to cling onto consciousness. But I soon know that I …

Fifty Shades of Soft Play: Is It So Wrong To Enjoy It?

I paused nervously outside the crowded entrance and attempted to steel myself for what lay behind the door. So many had warned me that Soft Play is a hellish place. My mind swam with horror stories of over-age children running riot, broken striplights shattering glass into urine-soaked ball pools, while oblivious parents stared zombie-like at …