My solstice children turn 4.5 years and 2 years old this week, and I don’t know whether to sob and bury my head into a tub of mini flapjacks, or a milk and soya free Thomas the Tank Engine birthday cake…? I actually can’t quite believe I’ve survived. It’s been an interesting couple of years: tough, exhausting, but also really rather awesome.
When we decided to have a second baby, and consequently fell pregnant, I had an idealistic view of how life would be. I’d sit on the sofa, blissfully breastfeeding the baby whilst Busby snuggled up next to me with a stack of educational books and healthy snacks.
A Mothering Goddess, if you will…? [Read more…]