I am proud to be a woman. I am proud to be a mother, a daughter, a wife and a sister. I am proud that I carried two babies, gave birth and breastfed them. I am also proud that as a writer I have worked hard in a career I always wanted to work in and can show my children what I have achieved through intelligence and perseverance. And I’m fucking proud of having tits and a vagina. That’s because I’m a WOMAN. That’s right, I am a normal woman, with normal woman bits which wobble.
Lately I’ve realised that both my children are surprising me with their independence. In fact, it’s happening so quickly I’ve hardly had the chance to notice.
The school year has started and so has the onslaught of party invitations. Not for you of course, no, your lovely little kiddywinks who – up until very recently had the social engagements of a gnat – are now being invited to at least one birthday party every weekend.
I believe my blog differs from others I follow because my children are a little older than other mummy bloggers tend to have – mainly because I’ve just got my ass in gear to write a blog whereas others are ahead of me! My children are 3 and 5, and whilst this means I don’t… Continue reading We need to talk about Heaven