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 bet that the parents have already heard it and felt their hearts crack again at the thought that if they just did this one thing differently, their child would have that fabled label of normal. Of course, … [Continue reading...]

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 bag, a mandatory for her each day as her aide checks it, to make sure she's on track for the week. If it's not there, you can bet everything that I'll get a phone call before 9am. I really like Poss' … [Continue reading...]

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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Giveaway | A meal on us

A meal on us

#this post is sponsored We did something tonight that we’ve never done. A simple thing, that families all over Australia do and probably don’t think a whole lot about. We sat together and we ate Chinese food. Sounds simple, but for many years I’ve been the only one who eats it. Meaning that we don’t […]

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I miss you too

I miss you too

  She cries and holds me, clinging on like a small toddler, not the long limbed tween she is. “Don’t leave me mummy”, she sobs as the tears roll down her face. “Take me with you, please”, she begged. Then she followed up by the killer for every working mum, “I miss you mummy”. My […]

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