Sometimes imagining the darker side helps me to see the lighter side of parenting. Don’t read this post without tissues at hand. “Please be 3,” I groaned as you fell. I’d turned just a second When you started to yell. “Can’t wait til you’re 3!” As you unpacked a cupboard… For the fith time today. […]
Pitter patter, rain is falling, Middle of the night. Cough, cough, (Mummy!) cough, Rustle, rustle, thud. Pitter patter, little feet, Standing at our door. Wrap him tightly, toasty warm, Breathing soundly now. Dad, teddy, little boy, Other teddy, Mum. Pitter patter, rain is falling, All is well, all’s right.