Whenever I said “my Mum died” to a relative stranger I’d always, always follow it with “in 2013” for both their benefit and mine. A sort of comforting context, I guess. So they knew it wasn’t yesterday but recent enough that I could still indulge myself by sharing anecdotes of Mothership’s brilliance. We’d both always […]
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from 5th September 2017 by Ruth.
Almost two incredible years that we’ve now had you on this planet. I made notes as it all motored along so quickly, but still had to double check what follows is only from the past six months. You have changed beyond all recognisable proportion – emotionally, intellectually, physically and nearly always endearingly. The first point […]
from 26th July 2017 by Ruth.
During pregnancy the thought of childbirth didn’t phase me. I was keen to understand my options, yes. I read a useful book, yes. And wrote a birth plan, yes. I hoped as many of my wishes would be accommodated but was open to things not necessarily going to plan [they didn’t. I genuinely don’t look […]
from 12th March 2017 by Ruth.
Your first birthday party was every bit of overwhelming chaos I’d anticipated but was worth it – for the rainbow cake. And of course for all three of us to be surrounded by some of our biggest supporters; champions of our sleep deprived, frayed nerve cause. I’ve just about forgiven the person that booked us […]
from 1st March 2017 by Ruth.
Pregnancy is full of the most beautiful day dreams about parenting. Whilst I haven’t met a single parent-to-be that doesn’t anticipate changes or struggles, there is a painful amount of naivety involved. When you become a parent you realise, more or less as soon as the umbilical cord is cut, even the very best […]
from 15th January 2017 by Ruth.
Decemeber 2012 Today is our niece’s fifth birthday party. I can still hear your insistence that I attended her first. “Best in show” you kept saying, as I ordered Cath Kidston sale bargains for her gifts, from my phone, as we sat together in the living room. I never expected to return from the party to […]
from 1st January 2017 by Ruth.
I was enjoying lunch with new colleagues recently when the conversation turned to parenting, specifically my experience of Motherhood, and its associated difficulties. Eyes got wider and jaws not so subtly dropped as I rather nonchalantly recounted a fleeting moment, when at my most desperate, that I contemplated chucking myself down the stairs. But there […]
from 11th September 2016 by Ruth.
(or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Baby) Sometimes my rather wonderful husband, the doting Father of our child, pops up on this blog with the occasional entry. Even in just a few posts he’s established a reputation as a better wordsmith than I with even better gags to boot. This post however, is unquestionably […]
from 7th September 2016 by Ruth.
9 months came and still you weren’t crawling. 10 months 13 days and you’re on the move. I’d have done well in pregnancy to chant over and over (and over. And over) “they’re all different” in a desperate attempt to way lay parenting concerns around why you’re not doing this or that and allowing you […]
from 25th August 2016 by Ruth.
Around November 2012 my parents asked me what I’d like for Christmas and my forthcoming 30th birthday (January). It was a time in my life where I genuinely wanted for nothing. I set about compiling a rather super-charged Christmas List that manifested itself in a PowerPoint presentation entitled “All I Want for Christmas”. I […]