my son

Learning to whistle

Learning to whistle

It started as if he was trying to blow out imaginary candles; “pft, pft, pft”. Eventually, a sound evolved. A flat one note whistle, like…

Now we are six

Now we are six

Where did the time go? Six. It’s been a journey from me to motherhood, from new-born to a boy of six. Here we are. More…

Rebuild Childhoods

Rebuild Childhoods

What do you remember from your childhood? I often wonder what memories my son will hold from his childhood. Clearly, my aim is to create…

A Day In The Mendips

As a parent one of my favorite things is sharing aspects of my own childhood with my son. Watching him run down a field with…

First Year of School (tick)

This morning, I walked past my son’s school. I wanted to see him for a final time in the ‘reception’ playground. Today is the last…

Needing to Laugh

I look at my son in his grey school shorts, bony legs and falling down socks. Mop of dark hair, his eyes caught in the…

Going Back and Pressing Buttons

I spent most of Saturday morning helping to organise a friend’s childs birthday party and most of Saturday afternoon listening to 28 children giggle and…

Take a Boy for a Walk

I have produced a child who loves to walk. When my son was a tiny baby he only slept during day-light if he was in…