My Darling, Be Bold, Question Everything.

On the way home from school this evening my eldest son, aged eight, opened up to me and ranted all the way home. As insignificant as this may seem to others, it meant a great deal of importance to me. You see, he’s a special needs sibling, he’s also the eldest of his two brothers and he has learnt through trial and error, keeping quiet and staying out the way keeps him out of the chaos at home. It’s unfortunate and it hurts to watch him saunter to his bedroom as soon as we get through the door, but truth hurts. The reality of our situation is that often he just wants to be alone, doing his own thing, away from the drama. I can’t say I blame him either.

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Go Team Green

Not too long after that incident, I sat with the Head Teacher, SENCO and Class Teacher for a good length of time. We discussed his behaviour plan in great depth, what was working well and what wasn’t working so well. We hashed over what we could do to make things better and the outcome was pretty good.

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The Post School Meltdown

On the last day of term, I felt such relief! Finally, we had so much to look forward to. I was excited for the lazy mornings, leisurely afternoons and chilled evenings watching movies, snuggled up together on the sofa. Quality family time. However, Sonny finished reception like a compressed spring. The problem you face with a compressed spring is what happens when you finally decide let it go.

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Not Step, Just Family

I loved the way my nicknames for them flowed effortlessly off the tip of your tongue and how they would chase you around calling your name. It was the way you nibbled their toes and pretend to pass out from the stench of their feet, even though they didn’t smell at all. It was the way in which you snuggled together on the sofa with the iPad while stroking their hair the same way I do.

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Behind The Smiles of Our Autism Family

 A lady passes us most mornings on route to school, happy, smiling and completely free of judgement at the sight of me, sometimes stressed and often in a hurry, a young girl with three young boys in toe. A few weeks passed quite standardly, weeks of smiles, hello’s and blasé comments about the weather, be it pouring with rain or warm beaming sunshine there was always something to say. I wasn’t a lover of small talk until one day this lady said something to me that took me by surprise.

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The Village That Raises My Children

We have Grandmothers, Mothers and Aunts. Grandfathers, Fathers, Uncles and even older siblings that share some of the parenting, each with their own important role. Beyond our circle of friends and our family unit, we have teachers.

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A Guide To Surviving School Mornings

To the mum that high fived me for getting through another morning school run, I salute you! I see you fellow mamma, looking occasionally rushed and flustered on route to the classroom door. We get one other. We don’t pretend this whole mothering thing is easy. It’s certainly not.

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Waving The White Flag of Parenting

It’s merely the middle of the week and I am already waving the white flag of parenting. By definition, waving a white flag is a recognised symbol to signal a ceasefire. It is also used to signify surrender, since it is often the weaker party which requests negotiation. A wave of chaos has entered our house, which is typical after a busy or exciting weekend but it’s caught up with me already.

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Hurry Up, Slow Down

There are so many times in which I find myself in a constant flurry. These last few weeks, it’s been all day most days. In this I know I’m not alone. So many things to do, so many places to be, so many people needing your attention and sometimes – sometimes there are just not enough hours in the day.

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Raising Boys | I Don’t Know How You Do It!

There is one question I get asked most days and if only I got a pound each time, I’d be filthy rich. Three boys? And you’re how old? How on earth do you do it?! You must be busy. You must have your hands full. How do I do it? I don’t really know in all honesty. I don’t know any other way.

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