Well yes, I'm nearly 35, but that's not the point. When I was a kid I thought my mum was the font of all knowledge, the woman who knew everything and the one person who had all the answers. I dreamed of being like her when I grew up; a working mum who made it… Continue reading Am I old enough to be a mum?
I wrote a piece called the comparison mum a while ago and still to this day I hear it happening more and more. Friday I go to a toddler group. A group filled with love, cake and my daughter's favourite thing.... Biscuits. Mums and dads bring their children to this group. Apart from that similarity… Continue reading Who are we to judge?