What’s in a word?

whats in a word

I remember the first time someone called Poss a retard. At the time, the word didn't mean much to me, it left me more confused than anything else. Retard? What? Really? What does that even mean? That first time it was followed up with "you're not welcome here". Then I got it. She's different and they're calling it out, the force of the sting taking me by surprise. How could one little word hurt so much? Over time I heard it again. And again. Maybe it wasn't always directed at Poss, but … [Continue reading...]

The week that was… scratchy eyeballs & crop tops

The week that was... scratchy eye balls and crop tops

Last week was one of those crazy ones where you feel like your feet don't touch the ground, and by the end of it, your eyeballs are scratchy from a lack of sleep, but you're buzzing with the intensity of the action. Late nights, early starts and moments where even stopping to eat seems like a waste of valuable time. I'd like to say it was because we went on an amazing holiday, or maybe we won the lotto or something equally fabulous. But instead it was far more mundane; homework, washing, late … [Continue reading...]

Here’s a pro-tip…

Here's a pro-tip...

Here’s a pro tip for you… if you’ve got someone in your life that has a child with any sort of challenges, don’t offer an opinion on how they got them. It doesn’t matter what theory you might have, or may have stumbled upon in an internet forum, coffee morning or tabloid paper, you can […]

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You’re just mean

You're just mean... tweens and testing boundaries

“You’re just mean” she screams at me, as she pushes past into her room. Throwing herself down on the bed, angry and frustrated, the words are simple but the best she can manage. She bubbles quickly, simmering up at her perceived injustice. I had the nerve to ask her to pack her homework in her […]

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Situation normal.

Situation normal: after a visit to Sydney back to Melbourne

I’m a Melbourne girl through and through. We’ve tried living in other states; but Melbourne has my heart. I can’t even really explain it… maybe the preference for black clothing? The awesome coffee? The cooler weather? I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s home. But this weekend past, I travelled to my sisters world; one […]

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Probably never.

Probably never.

Personal responsibility. Before having a child, it’s not a phrase I’d put much thought into. Of course, I’d heard my own parents use other words to instil the value of taking responsibility for myself, and my actions, but as a concept, surely it was a given, the way the sun comes up each day and […]

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Tomorrow, I’ll call my sister

tomorrow, I'll call my sister

I grew up in an old house, in a small town. To be accurate, we lived outside the small town, in an even smaller hamlet of sorts, surrounded by farmland, alongside a train line; a primary school it’s only town-like feature. The blocks were big and the homes were small. A sign of generations passed. […]

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Just another little girl with white ribbons

Just another little girl with white ribbons

We walked towards the spire, the lights changing colour as we came closer dwarfing everything around it. Under that spire the greats have performed over the years, now it was Poss’ turn. She danced and spun along the path, balancing as she leaned on husbands shoulders. Refusing to smile for my camera, but that’s becoming […]

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So there’s that.

So there's that.

Stupidly early each morning, when it’s still more night than day, Husband gets up and goes to work. By the time Poss and I open our eyes, he’s been up for hours, and by the time I arrive at my desk he’s done more than half a standard day’s work. He sees the sun rise […]

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Looking for a reason

Looking for a reason

Some days you just don’t even see it coming. One minute we’re having dinner, discussing our days, the next minute she’s having the mother of all meltdowns. Screaming, flailing and crying. These days take us by surprise, they exhaust us; I can’t even imagine how they wear her down. This one started with her refusing […]

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