When I was a kid, I appointed myself chief cubby house decorator. I remember spending an entire afternoon with my mini paint set, standing on tippy toes and painting as much of the wooden walls as I could reach. I’d turned the boring brown planks into a beautiful, splodgy rainbow. I was chuffed with my work. My mother was not. In fact, she even tried to wash my masterpiece off! I was dumbfounded by her disapproval. I still remember that feeling I felt so often as a kid: that my parents lived in an entirely different, extremely confusing and … Read More
Most nights, my daughter hurries me through dinner and the washing up to sit in our yard and look at the stars. “Mum! Mum! Want to see the Peter Pan star?” The brightest star we can find is always the Peter Pan star (in Disney’s version of Peter Pan, Neverland is located “second star to the right and straight on till morning”). We also check in on the moon and celebrate when we see a shooting star. Sometimes, we only last the crisp night air for a few minutes. Other nights, my daughter could be out there all night if … Read More
Ah, space. I love it. I can’t get enough of it. I’m an introvert, so people who know me understand just how important my space is to me. Especially the neighbours, who regularly hear my hollers of “I JUST NEED SOME SPACE!!!!!!!” when my daughter has perched herself on my
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