In the course of one week Asher turned five, we sold his buggy and he started primary school. It's fair enough to say I'm suffering a wee bit of parental whiplash, though I have to admit: I'm not all that sad.Read More
On Sunday night I laid down next to him and cried. It was such a small thing, really, but to me it was the world shifting. Life as I know it, my life, mother-of-babies life, is over.
Tomorrow, I thought, tomorrow will be a new one, and I never even mastered the old one.
He was on his side and I was on mine, and I tried whispering I love you one last time before the baby left and boy began, but I got no reply. And I cried saying goodbye to this era, to the babies, to the rocking chairs and the nursing hours.Read More