Ultimate imperfect parenting with worn boots, blistered heels and coffee.
I’m walking on sunshine, regardless of any sign of rain clouds. On Friday I received a phone call informing me that we will have a visit with My Boy during the school holidays. It’s now Saturday and the visit is in 12 sleeps. I will be counting down each and every sleep with the [...]
It’s almost Christmas, each day I think of My Boy. Not a day goes by when I don’t wonder how he is and wish I could scoop him into my arms and run away with him. Run to somewhere safe, accepting and caring. Somewhere that would have helped me not lose him. Contrary to [...]
One child is leaving us. Nine will become eight. Many tears will be shed. We will be alright, eventually!
For those of you who have followed my story you will know that we have
The recent few months have been extremely emotional fragile times. You will see why if you read previous posts about ‘My Boy’ our now 6yr old who has been moved out after raising him from birth with all the love and care we would our own child. Moved out because we could no longer manage [...]
Dear Son This week will be a week I never forget. I hope with all my heart it’s a week that I come to rejoice in, hoping it’s a decision that is only the best for you. I hope lots, I fear much. 6 years ago, they laid you in my arms. A tiny, helpless, [...]
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