Over lockdown, we’ve been getting together virtually as a family on Houseparty & Zoom. Today’s “theme” was Off Menu: each person picks their ideal starter, main, dessert & side. Along with two drinks and poppadoms or bread. It doesn’t have to be a perfectly cohesive meal – it’s more about sharing your preferences and experiences. […]
She asks to sleep with me Because she is scared of the dark And the monsters she imagines I hold her close Breathe in the smell of her hair And silently promise she’ll never know That I see monsters too And that I’m more scared than she is
We have spent the loveliest afternoon and evening together. We’re both a little under the weather, so we took it really easy and snuggled up together in our pjs and watched films. This is such a rarity for us. We spend the majority of our time outside, and when we’re home she usually plays, while […]
I’m proud of my daughter. Of course I am. No more so than recently, at her first swimming lesson. We’d reached the point where I was out of my depth (excuse the pun) in terms of teaching my daughter how to swim. She can propel herself in a general direction wearing armbands, but I have […]
Tonight my daughter is sleeping in her own bedroom. I’ve never been able to say that before. Yes, she’s slept in a room with her bed and her things, but it hasn’t been truly hers until now. It’s been a rough few years. When I had my daughter, I brought her home to the toxicity […]
My daughter has conceived a little project for herself, and has been ardently collecting cardboard toilet rolls for the past couple of weeks. She’s delighted every time we finish a roll, and proudly lines up her collection. Well today was the day she announced she was ready to start. Depending on when she’s talked about […]
I get called “snowflake” like it’s a bad thing. It seems to be the go to insult for right leaning people unable to engage in reasonable discourse. Calling someone a snowflake has become a way to automatically invalidate whatever challenge they were making to your behaviour or rhetoric by suggesting that their opinion is invalid […]
Music has piqued my daughter’s interest recently. Whilst I am not remotely musical, I love music and am always happier when I’m singing. When I was pregnant, I remember I was told that the baby could hear what was going on outside now, and that singing was a nice way of bonding, knowing that baby […]
Sometimes I eat with my fork, mummy. I will do my wees on the toilet when I’m bigger. Look, I can wipe my hands on my own trousers. I love you very many, mummy. These are the things she tells me. I tell her, I love you very many too.
You taught me how to love you And I learned to love myself Your touch burned and left me branded With a confidence, a lightness, a depth I thought I was afraid of you But I am only afraid of myself I love you And it scares me
Unconditional Unschooling 