I spent yesterday afternoon planting bulbs. While taking a short break from the planting, my three year old son emerged and asked if he could blow bubbles. Normally I’d get the bubbles out and hand them to the children, letting them play
An analogy that I once read that has given me pause for thought is that meeting a child’s needs is like filling a cup. The more you fill the cup, the better your child will feel, and children whose cups
Is there such thing as a perfect parent? In my mind, I can see the sort of mother I’d love to be– fun, patient and kind. A good listener, a problem-solver, a supportive navigator for my children on the path
Like most mothers, the majority of my energy is used for my children. Physically caring for them, wiping bottoms and noses, feeding babies, looking after the home, preparing meals, cleaning up after them– this is the hard manual graft of
I was interested but not surprised to read this week about new research from the University of Warwick that shows that in spite of their differences, most parenting advice from the past 50 years sets unattainably high standards for mothers.