A few weeks ago, my doorbell rang. It was my uncle dropping off some things from my grandmother’s house. You see, my grandmother died in January. A few days after my 33rd birthday – while I was lying in hospital. This woman had been like my mother. For ten years of my life she took…
letting go
Going away for one weekend without your children does not make you a bad parent
This weekend was a tough one for me. It was the first time I’ve chosen to leave my baby in the care of someone else for a reason other than being in hospital. A few weeks ago we came across a great discounted offer for a Bed & Breakfast in a little town about 45…
Baggage – Letting go for the life you want now
Since I was a little girl I’ve had this huge bag. It’s big and old. I’ve taken it everywhere. I carried it to my grandparents when my parents got divorced, I carried it into my father’s house at age 13. I moved with that big bag into my mother’s house and in between, I put…