Why is parenting so hard? So painfully hard? My girl. My heart hurts for her today. She wasn’t well but wanted to go to school for her favourite lesson with her favourite teacher. This is unheard of for her. School used to be the thing she hated the most. I was so, so proud of…… Continue reading Happy to sad…
“Don’t worry about what other people think.” I tell people this all the time. I try so hard to practice what I preach, I really do, but sometimes I can’t. Somedays that bit of my brain goes into overdrive and that is all I worry about. …..but that’s ok, isn’t it? I mean, is it…… Continue reading Don’t worry.
I don’t think that I am different, I can do most things you do, They say that I have special needs, But I need the same as you. I don’t think my behaviour’s challenging, I’m just trying to communicate, They say that I am a naughty girl, My mum will set them straight! I don’t…… Continue reading They say….
Time. I have lost all track of time. I waste so much of it. Everyday is spent waiting for it to be time to do something. I don’t have time to to spare, but lose so much of it. Waste it; on things that don’t even need my time. I should have time to do…… Continue reading Time.
Our Young Carer. When I wake him he can’t believe its morning, He greets me with a stretch, still yawning, Blinking as his eyes adjust to the day light, Tired as his sister kept him awake all night, Climbing out of bed, grabbing his clothes, Creeping down the stairs on his tip toes, Trying to…… Continue reading My hero.
As I tried to console my girl, I absent mindedly used the ‘W’ word. I was greeted by rage. Uncontrollable, raw rage. I know not to use it. We have had this discussion many, many times. I can’t use the ‘A’ word, the ‘G’ word, the ‘S’ word, the ‘E word, or any other of…… Continue reading That ‘W’ word.
I wonder if anyone can guess what the ‘W’ word is? (I will post and explain all later!)