I have been tagged by Knackered Mother to answer some personal questions. You have probably noticed I don’t generally play Cyber-tag memes, but I have made an exception for Knackered Mother because I love the fact that each of her posts includes a wine recommendation. Here is a mother who recognises the true reward of parenting. Bedtime.
So here are the questions I’ve been posed;
What experience has most shaped you, and why?
This is an easy one; my son’s death. How could it not? I watched him take his first breath and five weeks later I held him as he took his last. I have changed beyond all measure as a result. I am both more and less tolerant; more understanding of life’s challenges yet less sympathetic of those with trivial issues who lack the context to understand the bigger picture. I am more measured, less hot-tempered, more positive and perhaps even a little fatalistic as a result of his existence. I value each day a little more.
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Monday, 19 July 2010
Monday, 5 July 2010
the arrival of our first nanny and I am relieved to discover I have relaxed considerably since then. It no longer concerns me that she may inadvertently stumble upon my vibrator (it being now irretrievably locked in a cupboard) and to be frank I would not be overly hasty with the P45 if I were to find her in a compromising position with my husband. This is in no way a reflection of the state of our relationship, simply an understanding of how difficult it is to find good childcare.The new nanny has started, following a brief handover period with the outgoing Mary Poppins. Readers who have been around for a while will remember my angst over