Not Enough Children

Boys, boys, boys

One from the archives (30 June 2006) as I’ve been homeschooling today, and it makes me feel a little wistful reading it. Also? there were only two little boys and a baby in our family when I wrote it and although I thought I knew, I had NO IDEA of the daily boy-violence that lay [...]

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Where does my time go?

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I held you, mottled pink and silicon-fat arms.

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’til my heart hurts

I love my children ’til my heart hurts. There is no other way to say it. I watch my first born, my beautiful sweet seven year old, struggle with so much at the moment and I feel so unable to help him. Even if I knew what was wrong, I don’t know if I can [...]

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Monday

Walking down the hill I feel his small hand tighten around mine. He looks at me with unshed tears in his eyes, his sombre face betraying his nervousness. ‘I’m really excited,’ he says looking down the long road. There is silence as we walk. I resist the urge to issue helpful instructions. The last week [...]

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Out here

I’m walking through the fields that are ripe with wheat, each step feeling a little lighter as I leave the long day behind. The baby, his skin enraged by eczema, sleeps his exhausted sleep so I sneak out, the golden fields beckoning me. The dogs race ahead of me, behind me, startling birds and rabbits. [...]

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Need

My baby is a ‘needy’ baby (what baby isn’t?). But standing in the kitchen this morning, looking out at the beginnings of spring sunshine, I was suffused with such an overwhelming feeling of love for this little boy. He may be ‘needy’ but the truth is I need him as much as he needs me.

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