I have one picture from my childhood. It’s summer and I am maybe eight. My brother and I are in swimsuits under the fig tree in our backyard, hugging and beaming at the camera. We look happy. I was supposed to give the picture back to my mother, but that was 15 years, ten homes…
Tag: parenting
Birth in the time of covid
Some of this post could be triggering to those who have experienced birth trauma. Please be mindful of this if you choose to read it. I need to stop following covid case numbers. They aren’t changing anything for me beyond a creeping anxiety that every slight cough my children make is a sign that something…
Apps, kids, and addiction: A parent’s view
I’m supposed to work on creating better technology, but mostly I find myself banishing it from our house. Not all of it — I clearly benefit from access to knowledge via the internet, and have a fascination with wellness tech (and what it does and doesn’t help me achieve), but the rest? I more often…
The wandering mind
I’ve marked the birth of each of my children with extended visits with a psychologist. There’s nothing surprising about this — each birth is a process of transformation, both for the mother and child, and for me, these particular journeys have been fraught with the realisation that I have work to do before I can…