Do you know that poem about how you don’t own your children? When I read it for the first time, pregnant with Lil’ L, a little more than five years ago, I found it hard to comprehend. How would I not feel ownership of someone whom I made, who for the longest time (so far) […]
Petite Pea has been six months old this week. I find time has been flying even faster since this gurgling bundle of giggles joined our family. She is growing up too fast, both girls are, and although my heart overflows with mummy pride with every little step they make, I am also bemoaning the fact […]
After scrutinising the state of her chipped nail varnish: “Mummy, I need some new nail punish.” To her father: “Papa, why do you always forget things?” On the school run: “When I am big, I can take myself to nursery.” After I told her to use the toilet, wash her hands and tidy up her […]
I am thirty-six today. I am the happiest I have ever been – truly ‘bien dans ma peau’.
We fled the building site and ventured to Switzerland for some chocolate egg fuelled Easter and Birthday celebrations. Happy Birthday, my darling Little L. Being three is wonderful.
The children had gathered around the teacher, impatiently pushing and shoving their little arms forward to grab one of the stormily admired hula-hoops. ‘Say please and thank you.’ the teacher had demanded earlier. My motherly heart swelled with pride when little L held her hands up high and enthusiastically called ‘Peeease! Peeease!’ – in fact, […]
Do you see what I see? Yes, I know, the resemblance is shocking. And it left me no choice…
I have been struck down by the flu last week. For the first time in a very long time, I had to stay in bed for two consecutive days, unable to look after little L. Suddenly, 20 months after becoming a mother, it hit home: there’s no one I can call to tell them I […]
Despite the chilly breeze out there and thanks to an invite to a Kew SS11 collection preview, I have been gazing at Spring and Summer clothes this morning. As I had no one to look after little L, she accompanied me on my trip to the West End. Once we arrived at Kew, I sat her […]
I left my mother’s house quite early; that’s how I happened to have my first own Christmas tree at the tender age of 18. Back then, I didn’t have much money, and the little fir tree in a pot had to be decorated with bright red taffeta bows only. In the sale after that Christmas […]
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