Telling my young kids their father had died was probably the worst thing I have ever had to do. It’s not something you can really prepare yourself for. Do you break it to them gently? Are you honest and completely truthful? Should you spare them the details to ease the pain? Do you use distraction … Continue reading When he died.
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From me to you
As I remind my son to brush his teeth for the umpteenth time that morning it dawns on me that one day, in the not too distant future, I will hand my boy over to you, the lady who will become his world and the cuddles and hugs he once bestowed upon me will become … Continue reading From me to you
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