Welcome to fifteen years of Jake. The kid who not so long ago would ask me to 'knock nosie's' when I kissed him goodnight and whose head would fit snugly into the crook of my neck. Now you're the kid with the closed bedroom door that I require permission to enter and who has [...]
Sweet sweet sixteen. My mini-me, but a thousand times smarter and more street aware than I could have ever dreamed to be at your age. You drive me absolutely crazy with rage and with love, both often simultaneously. Parenting you as a young adult is walking a razor-thin line of support and stepping in. [...]
Some years, when I start to write your birthday blogs, I have so much to say. I have collated lots of photos and anecdotes from the year that has passed. Some cute and funny, some filled with a twinge of sadness, and some that I would rather forget ever happened. But this year the [...]
I think it's super tough being 14. And I know it's super tough being the mum of a 14 year old. In fact, it has probably been the hardest and the most helpless year I have ever experienced as your mum. And it has also been the year where my feelings of pride, admiration [...]
