Elf on the Shelf – A Modern Christmas Tradition

For those of you who are not yet familiar with the concept, allow me to introduce you to a magical run up to Christmas Eve. Elf on the Shelf is a wonderful Christmas tradition, one you’ll wish you’d have known about sooner. The Elves live in the North Pole and adopt a family to help Father Christmas manage his ‘Naughty and Nice’ list. He arrives on the 1st day of December to greet his new family and each night flies back to the north pole to report to Father Christmas how the children have been that day…

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5 Things This Autism Mummy Dreads

What do you do when your noise sensitive child is simultaneously the noisiest person you know? That’s not a question I have the answer to, other than just let them do their thing. Some days Sonny cannot bear the noise of the television, the loud buzz of a hedge cutter or his brother humming a song. Zachary, only 2 years of age, is fully aware of Sonny’s noise sensitivity and will scream as loud as possible to see his reaction, much to our delight.

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Guilty For Loving You.

I did it again Sonny. I underestimated you. It seems to be somewhat of a habit of mine. Does your Autism make me more protective of you compared to your brothers? It’s almost as though my innate motherly instinct takes control and does all it can to protect you from disappointment or harm. I allow Riley and Zachary to go that little bit further, I allow them to make mistakes, I give them room to stretch their wings and fly.

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When Catch Up Coffees & Kids Don’t Mix

Looks from fellow coffee drinkers around us only added to the pressure. I’m certain Zachary knew this and upped his game. He knew I was trying to keep him hush and he wasn’t having any of it.

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Monday Not-So-Fun-Day

Your calmer when your home. It’s what I love the most about weekends. No post school meltdowns. Not quite so tired and agitated. A pleasure to be around.

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To My Special Needs Sibling

Did I cherish you enough in those two years before your brother was born? Did I soak up every little bit of you? Your little fingers and toes, the smell of your freshly washed hair after bath time, the dimples in your cheeks when you smiled at me? Was I everything you would wish a mother to be and more? I hope so.

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I Was Sad But You Smiled

I knew it was coming. I picked you up from school and was handed a letter. It read ‘a whole school trip to the pantomime’ and I felt sad. I looked at you Sonny and you were happy. You smiled at me with your cheeky grin and those big blue eyes, I smiled back and ruffled your hair before tucking the letter into my bag. You’re so sweet but I felt sad.

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