The Storm Before the Calm

There’s a process you start to realise when you’ve been doing therapy for a while – either as a therapist or a client. After the initial meetings when you’re getting to know what the situation is and make a plan, you move into a slower phase of ‘doing the work’....
All I Want for Christmas is….Me

All I Want for Christmas is….Me

When I was growing up, our Christmas tradition (on Christmas Eve thanks to my Swedish dad) was to sit down with Glogg and cinnamon buns and take it in turns to unwrap our gifts, carefully and with some thought and discussion about each one. Like I said, my dad is...
Who’s Capable?

Who’s Capable?

I was musing this morning, when I awoke to the baby’s babbles on one side and my three year old’s foot in my ear on the other, on the idea of being capable. I remember as my eldest got older, increasingly I would hear statements suggesting I needed to push her forward...
Oh

Oh

Let’s face it, the first days of parenthood are far from plain sailing. You’re learning how to completely look after another, very important, human being who cannot tell you what they need, while healing from an often arduous physical feat and dealing with the many...
Fourmonthitis

Fourmonthitis

(or threemonthitis…or fivemonthitis)The days of pacing up and down the hallway at witching hour are a distant memory. Your baby has naturally fallen into a fairly consistent pattern of feeding and sleeping. You’re feeling proud that you have learned to spot those...