Reflections on Children, Music and Being Fully Alive
Dedicated to Damaris Pfeiffer-Böhme and all those that mother mothers. It's Mother's Day in Germany, and for the first time in 17 years I get to spend it with my mum. Not because I'm a wonderful daughter who has just jetted over to Germany to surprise her with a visit and whisk her off on… Continue reading Mum
"All my babies come early" was a mantra I kept repeating to everyone that asked me when baby was due. "Officially middle of April, but I don't think I'll go much beyond 38 weeks." Conceived wisdom has it that this is something you don't do. Put your dates back, never forwards. Except that we had… Continue reading In Praise of the Post-Date Baby – Freddie’s Birth at 41 Weeks
Rest... if there's one thing that's hard to come by in our busy culture it's this. It smacks of laziness, lack of productivity, skiving. If you're like me, you've got an internal slave driver that kicks in the moment you sit down to enumerate all the undone tasks, all the ways in which you could,… Continue reading Rest
Breathing in the midst of chaos I’m standing in the kitchen holding my crying 2 ½ year old. Sobs are bubbling up from deep down, racking her little body and I can feel her heart galloping along at breakneck speed. But she’s letting me hold her, which is good. Better than the last twenty minutes,… Continue reading Tantrum
Weaving Rainbows 